A/N: I wrote this some time ago, and I figured I might as well put this up for anyone who wants to read it. It is just a pointless fluff fic, something I wrote when I wasn't feeling that great myself.

Chapter 1

"Huh-XXT!" sneezed a black haired young man, as he walked down the grounds to the Gryffindor Quidditch Locker Rooms. He was of a smaller than average stature with messy raven hair, and brilliant green eyes. He was thin and had lightly tanned skin, as if he played outside often.

"Huh-XNT!" he sneezed again, but each time, he stifled them into his shoulder, and surprisingly made no sound.

The five boys and girl ahead of him did not even notice their comrade's discomfort, as they chatted and joked with each other. They did not seem to notice the rain that drizzled on them, or the occasional flash of lightning in the distance.

Soon, the seven bedraggled Quidditch players reached the locker room, and began changing for the match. The black haired young man, also known as Harry Potter, quietly escaped into the bathroom for a few quick sneezes and nose-blows before the usual pre-game talk.

Harry slipped into a stall, and pulled out his wand. He cast a Silencing Charm around the stall and a Locking Charm on the door. Then, he pulled out a handkerchief, and let out a volley of sneezes.

"Hah-CHOO! Hah-CHUMM! Hah-SHHH! Hah-CHOO! Sniff! Sniff! Ugh," he sneezed. He deftly blew his nose until it was clear and ceased dripping. He sighed heavily, sat down on the covered toilet seat, and rested his head on the coolness of the walls for a moment.

He felt absolutely ill. He had caught the sniffles the day before during an impromptu snowball-and-Quidditch-fight, where he ended up falling in the lake. He had dried off quickly, but not quickly enough, it seemed. He had woken up this morning with a runny and stuffed up nose, a sore throat, exhaustion, coughing, sneezing, a headache, and was developing a fever from the rain and illness. He felt horrible and wanted to go to bed, but he couldn't let the team down.

He was Head Boy, Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, and a high-ranking Order of the Phoenix member, which meant that he was the busiest of all the students. He supposed he had gotten sick because he was so run-down, but he couldn't let that stop him. Harry had missed the last game due to an urgent Order meeting, which no one blamed him for, but the team lost because even though Ginny substituted as Seeker, the Hufflepuff seeker caught the Snitch first. Lavender wasn't a very good Chaser. So, if the team didn't win this match, they wouldn't qualify for the final match, and Gryffindor had to win, at least while he was captain.

Anyway, Harry got up slowly from his seat on the toilet, a bit lightheaded, and left the stall. He canceled the charms, made sure his Concealment Charms and charms to make his voice sound normal and to make his coughs, sniffles, and sneezes silent, were still on and functional. Then, he went into the locker room and addressed his team in the pre-game talk, a legacy passed down from Oliver Wood.

"We have worked hard and trained hard, to come to this day. We will beat the Ravenclaw team, and we will qualify for the Quidditch Cup. We went over all of our moves yesterday, and I believe that we are ready. So, if you are ready to win and to show the school the pride of Gryffindor; then let's go out and kick some Ravenclaw butt!" Harry said emphatically as he paced the floor of the locker rooms. The other team members let out a cheer, and the seven of them filed out of the room, ready to begin the game.

Harry strode behind them, silently praying to God that he would make it through the game, as he felt his fever rise and his legs weaken. The seven players mounted their brooms and listened as Dennis Creevey announced the players.

"For the Gryffindor team we have, Weasley, Thomas, Creevey, Sloper, Kirke, Weasley, and Potter!" the Gryffindor house cheered as seven red and gold blurs flew out on to the field.

"And for the Ravenclaw team, we have Fawcett, Patil, Corner, Goldstein, Smith, Edgecombe, and Chang!" the Ravenclaw house cheered as seven blue and bronze blurs flew to their places.

The Hufflepuff house cheered for both houses, while the Slytherin house booed for both, though quite a bit more for the Gryffindor team.

Harry flew to the top of the arena, waiting for Madam Hooch to start the game, so he could begin searching for the Snitch. The rain was pounding by now, and he was already soaked and shivering like crazy, his fever rising somewhat. He continually snapped forward with sneezes and his coughs began to hurt his chest with their deep, hollow, rough, and hacking sounds. He started to get worried that his cold was settling in his chest, but ignored that feeling as he saw the game start.

Immediately, his attention was focused on finding the Snitch, even though he kept sneezing and coughing. Harry was glad that he had used the charms, since no one suspected that he was ill; if they had, the game would be stopped and he would be taken to the hospital wing. Harry scanned the skies, while keeping his ears open at the game. When Gryffindor was ahead by fifty points, he saw a glint of gold near the ground.

He concentrated, and dived, stretching out his hand towards the little ball with wings. Right before he hit the ground, he pulled up, holding the struggling ball in his outstretched hand.

The Gryffindor house burst into cheers as they realized that they had won the game, and they qualified for the final match. Harry laughed triumphantly and landed, watching the rest of the team cheer and join him on the ground. The Chasers, Beaters, and Ron patted his back, and congratulated Ravenclaw on a good game, before heading back to the tower in order to celebrate.

Harry walked behind most of the school, relishing in the fact that he would be able to shower and hopefully sleep when he got back to the school. He carried his broom, and let his shoulders slump a little in exhaustion.

When he finally made his way to the dormitory, he was frozen, ill, and had a high temperature due to the icy halls and the cold rain. As quickly as he could, he had a hot shower, which loosened up his sore muscles and eased his sinuses. Then, he changed into his warmest pair of pajamas, two Weasley sweaters, two pairs of socks, put tissues in his pockets, and pulled his robes over his bedroom attire.

He made his way back to the common room, making sure that he didn't jostle anyone, number one, because he was achy, and number two, because he didn't want anyone to feel how warm he was. Harry sat in an armchair near the fire, but away from most of the people, enjoying the warmth and concentrating on keeping his eyes open and the smile on his face.

Even though he felt warm, his head still hurt, he felt incredibly achy and weak, his nose was itching, running, and stuffed up, his body was heavy with exhaustion and congestion, his throat and chest hurt, and his head was heavy and felt like it was stuffed with cotton. All in all, he was tired and very sick. Harry decided to wait an hour before he would go to bed, since by that time, he could go without suspicion.

Harry watched as his girlfriend, Ginny Weasley came over and sat next to him.

"Hey Harry! Do you want to join us? We are having a butterbeer drinking contest," said Ginny, her eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was bouncing a little.

"No thanks, Gin. I am a bit tired. I think I'll go up to bed in a little bit," said Harry weakly. He could sense her cursory glare/glance as he closed his eyes and shivered a bit as a cold wind passed by. He rubbed his face a bit, and opened his eyes, and found a very worried Ginny kneeling in front of him.

"Harry, are you feeling all right?" she whispered. It seemed as if her eyes were looking past the concealing charms and at his exhausted and ill form, "Tell me the truth."

Harry looked around to see if anyone was watching, and looked back at his girlfriend. He just felt so ill, and just wanted to be in bed to sleep and get better. He wanted her to take care of him and make him feel better; all of a sudden he felt so ill and needy. Harry shook his head almost unnoticeably, though for Ginny, that was all that she needed.

She sat on his lap and discreetly felt his hot, dry forehead, feeling Harry lean into her cooling hand. Ginny was shocked and felt shaken inside, though on the outside, she pretended to kiss her boyfriend. She knew how much he hated attention.

"Harry, I am going to pretend that we are going to have a snogging session upstairs, so we can get you into bed. Just follow along," she whispered into his ear. The two got up from the chair, and she led him up the stairs making sure that Harry was close to her. He acted like he was cuddling her, when he was actually leaning on her so he wouldn't fall.

"Easy Harry. Just wait a few more moments," said Ginny as she opened the door to the seventh year boys' dorm. She helped him take off his robes and one sweater. She pulled down the blankets and settled him into bed, helping him take off his glasses and putting pillows under his head to help him breathe better. When he started shivering, she pulled some extra blankets from a cupboard in the bathroom and covered him up. Lastly, she put five boxes of tissues on his nightstand, opened one, and put a glass of water there too.

"Sweetie, I need you to sit up a moment and stay awake. I need to take your temperature," coaxed Ginny.

When Harry weakly tried to get up, she helped him and supported his back with pillows. She gave him tissues to blow his nose, so he would be able to breathe through it, and went to the bathroom to get a thermometer.

She came back after finding one in the cabinet and sat next to her boyfriend on his bed.

"Hey sweetie," said Ginny, as she ruffled his hair and stroked his hot forehead. He had leaned on her and closed his eyes when he had felt her presence on the bed, "I need you to open your mouth. We're going to put this thing under your tongue, okay?"

She felt Harry's head nod in consent; he opened his mouth and lifted his tongue. She giggled and stuck it under his tongue. He closed his mouth and waited while Ginny supported him. After a little bit, she withdrew it and looked at the reading.

"Harry, this isn't good. You have a fever of 41 degrees. Do you want me to get Madam Pomfrey?" asked Ginny. She was very worried, and wanted the best for him, but if he didn't want the nurse she couldn't do much about that.

"No," said Harry as he tried to lie back down. Ginny set the thermometer down and helped him back onto his back. Then, she got a basin of cold water, dipped a cloth in it, and started bathing Harry's hot forehead.

"Harry, I know you don't want to go to the Hospital Wing, but can you cancel the concealment charms? I want to be able to check on you once and a while, or I might need to call Madam Pomfrey, and she or the rest of the boys will wonder what is wrong when you look healthy, yet you are not," Ginny whispered.

Harry nodded, grabbed his wand and canceled the charms. Ginny gasped quietly when she saw how pale he was, yet how red his nose, cheeks, and eyes were. Harry coughed weakly and winced at the sound. Ginny helped him sit up again and he drank slowly from the glass of water. After he drank, she handed him a few tissues so he could blow his nose, as it seemed to irritate him.

Harry accepted the tissues and blew heavily, wincing at the soreness of his nose, and at the gurgling, wet sound he made when he blew. He looked at Ginny for a moment, and when she nodded in acquiescence, he blew until his nose was relatively clear. Harry threw the tissues into a wastebasket, and let Ginny help him lay down again.

"Go to sleep Harry. I'll tell Ron, Dean, Neville, and Seamus that you don't feel well, and make sure that they leave you alone," said Ginny.

"Okay, but don't leave me, please? And, don't tell them how bad I am. Just say that … Hah-CHOO! Her-SHOOO! Hah-CHOO! Sniff! Sniff! Cough, Cough, Cough!" said Harry, but after his sneezing, he fell into a coughing fit. Ginny helped him sit up and sip some water until he quieted. He was exhausted and laid down, closing his eyes. Ginny thought he was asleep until he continued in an extremely croaky voice, "I had a headache, and wanted to go to bed early. If they ask why you're here, just say that you didn't feel like going down or that I asked you to stay. You don't have to stay, but I would really appreciate it… YAWN! … if you would…"

"I'll stay here and care of you the best that I can, but if your fever gets worse, or it doesn't go down by the time you wake up, I will call Madam Pomfrey,"

Harry nodded in acceptance and let himself sink into the comfort of his bed. Before he fell asleep, he croaked a brief thank you to Ginny. He fell asleep so quickly after that that he didn't hear her reply.

His only thought was that he loved Ginny, and that he felt secure now that she was watching over him while he slept.

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