Title: Nod ick
Pairings: Cedric/Hermione
Summary: "I hate you."
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I can only dream it's mine but we all know it belongs to JK Rowling.
Warning: AU and lj user"15minuteficlets" again. :)
"U'm fend."
"No you're not."
"Yed, I um."
"Once you're red as a tomato, dripping like a faucet, and become incoherent it means you're sick."
"Cedic, I um nod ick."
"You can't even pronounce my name."
"I cad toe."
Shaking his head, Cedric went over to his girlfriend and gave her a green looking potion. Granted it doesn't smell decent, but at least it'll help Hermione...if she drinks it. Right now though, she looks even scary than normal with her puffy eyes, the red blotch where her nose is, and the tangled mess that was her hair.
"I um nod dinkin' tat," Hermione huffed.
"Hermione, how many times do we have to go through this?" Cedric sighed.
"Neber if yod shud up."
"Are you always this cranky when you're sick?"
"U'm neber i-ACHOO!"
Pulling a tissue from the box by her bed, he put it to her nose and told her to blow. Hesitating, it didn't take long before she sneezed into his hand and blew really hard. Pulling out another tissue, Hermione cleaned up his hand and threw it into the pile below her knees. Looking at him, she folded her arms and glared as best as she could at him.
"Please Hermione. Don't make me go get your mum or worse. Molly," Cedric threatened lightly.
Narrowing her eyes, "Yew woodent."
Raising an eyebrow, "Oh I would," he said holding out the green goop.
"Yew meadie," Hermione pouted before taking the cup.
Staring at it, Hermione looked at Cedric pleading with her eyes but he wouldn't budge. Looking back at the cup, she pinched her nose and downed it in one gulp.
"I hate you," Hermione said with more clarity.
"See you're getting better already," Cedric said patting her on the hand.
"Um I?"
"Sort of."
"Good ten you can seep on the couch tonight."
"I don't even live here."
"Well ten if we get married and you do this agin ten you're seeping on the couch."
"If?"
"Yesh, if."
"I'd say it's more like when."
"When? Wad you mean when?"
Kissing her on the forehead, "Go to sleep and I'll see you later tonight."
Pushing her gently back on the bed, Cedric tucked her in before he left the room with the pile of tissues and the cup. Hermione was still quite shocked and couldn't help but bubble at the thought of being married. Feeling much better, she went to sleep with gratitude.
