A/N : So obviously this one and the previous 3 go together and follow each other ;o)


35. Spring

She's sick.

Hermione is lying on her couch, four layers of clothes and one comforter, as she reads some case files and he internally rolls his eyes.

Even miserable, she keeps working. It's adorable and a bit infuriating because she won't let herself rest and he worries.

He brings her a cup of tea, and she smiles weakly as she takes it. He removes the files from her grasp and tells her to lie down. She needs to sleep.

She must be beyond tired because she lets him without protesting.

And he knows, instantly. He wants this, for as long as she'll let him.

"Move in with me!" he blurts out.

She opens her eyes in surprise and there's a spark burning in her big brown eyes, and a hint of something else he can't quite read.

"You live with George." Her voice is hoarse, yet firm.

"Then I move in here. "

"Are you inviting yourself to live with me?"

"You're being difficult," he sighs frustratingly and she grins slowly, "on purpose."

She sticks her tongue out playfully and gets stuck in a coughing fit.

He brings her water, receiving a thankful nod in return.

"I'm serious."

She finishes her water and hands him back the glass, his hands tremble slightly as he puts it down on the coffee table.

"Let's live together."

She's about to reply, and he think she'll protest, that maybe they're not ready, they're too young. So he cuts her off before she can argue back.

"We're always together anyway. When was the last time we slept alone? It's always either here or at my place. I have a toothbrush here already and clean underwear. And I want to spent Sundays in bed, take care of you when you're sick," he points toward the empty glass and cup of tea. "I want to kiss you goodbye when we go to work in the morning and have all our stuff in the same place. I'm tired of you looking for the blouse you wanted to wear that day only to realise you didn't pack it."

She's about to speak and he cuts her off, again.

"And yes I know we are wizards, we can use magic and it takes us two seconds to go from one place to another, but... humor me."

"Are you done?" she asks matter of factly and she sounds more like herself than she has in the last three days so he can't be sure if it's a good thing or not.

"Erh... Yes..."

What if-

"Good. Because the answer is yes. And it was already yes before you started nervously rambling. You're right, it's more practical and also, I like having you around."

He's speechless.

"Did you just say I was right?"

"Really? I just told you that yes I'll live with you, and that's what you choose to focus on?"

He kisses her.

"You'll get sick!" she pushes him back.

"I don't care," He kisses her again. "In sickness and in health."

"That's for wedding vows."

"You agreed to live with me, you may as well just agreed to marry me!"

"If this seriously how you're considering to propose, I-"

But he doesn't let her finish and captures her lips once more.