Being Watched While Being Ill
Summary: You'll never know that your best friend loves you back, until he's making you soup and holding your hair back as you throw up. A Ron and Hermione Story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup either.
Prologue
Hermione Granger lay in her bed, waiting for the nauseated feeling to leave her. 'How long have I been sick?' Hermione asked herself, rolling onto her side. She rested her head on her arm, and her other arm held her stomach. She left the question unanswered, and continued with her ramblings.
'Of course, I had to get sick on this day, out of all the days of the year.' Hermione said. Nothing was really happening that day. They had their Auror checkups, and they had to take their potions. 'I get sick on the day I basically go to the doctors.'
Hermione looked at her alarm clock and groaned. She was fifteen minutes late for work. She threw her legs over the side of the bed, and sat up. Immediately afterwards, she felt like someone had bludgeoned her head. She lay back down, covering her head with a pillow. Tears had sprung to her eyes, the pain in her head nearly unbearable.
'Just kill me now.' Hermione stated helplessly. 'Or somebody come save me.' She added as an afterthought.
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BB/N: Okay, so there really is no point in having this as a prologue, but hey…I…don't really know why I'm doing this.
Anyway, writers block is slowly disappearing, and I'm sorry to all the Sleepless War readers, and to cyancrystaldolphins the most. Hopefully I can get over the feeling of constantly holding the delete button while I'm looking at Sleepless War.
I deleted it off the computer the other day, but I couldn't bring myself to leaving it in the Recycle Bin, so I brought it back.
How pathetic?
It makes me laugh.
Anyway, I hope everyone is doing okay. I have a cold right now. I think I got it from the football game…Stupid band uniforms aren't warm enough.
Have A Nice Day!
Sincerely,
Bob Bennit