Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! J.K ROWLING DOES! GOODBYE!

This pairing is for lizztigger. Thank you.

Pairing: Harry/Hermione

Summary: Hermione is extremely sick and all Harry can do is worry about her. When he goes to see her he'll get the shock of his life.

Hermione Granger coughed and sniffled and sneezed. Her eyes were puffy and red and she felt like something was eating away at her stomach. The brown haired girl took a drink of ice cold pumpkin juice before spitting the whole thing out when she coughed. She sighed grumpily as she slinked down in her covers and pillows crossing her arms over her chest, moodily. Today was not going to be a good day.
A raven haired boy rushed down the hall to the Gryffindor common room. He had received an urgent message telling him one of his dear friends was on the verge of death. As Harry Potter ran down the halls he didn't see a smirking Slytherin walking the other way to his common room. "On the verge of death…" he sniggered. "I am good." Malfoy then continued to walk, cackling to himself. He had sent the note.

Harry shot through the common room after giving the password, dragon pox.

Hermione groaned as her stomach did an odd flip and spots started erupting over her pale skin. "Not this too!" she cried in dismay as she blew her nose again.

"Hermione!" yelled Harry as he scrambled into the room. He crawled up to the side of her bed, feeling her head with the back of his hand. "Are you alright?" he asked as he looked over the spots that had taken over most of her body. "Oh my god, don't die on me Hermione! I need you!" he said quickly.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Who said anything about dying?" she asked, before sneezing into a tissue.

Harry stopped, and stared at her. "You are dying, right?"

Hermione gave a raspy giggle. "No silly, it's just a common…um, well I don't know quite what it is, but I certainly know I'm not dying!" she got a drink of pumpkin juice and managed to get it down her aching throat. "Although I feel like I'm dying." She said.

Harry cracked a small smile. "Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked looking at her through emerald orbs.

Hermione shook her head smiling at him. "Just knowing you care is good enough for me." She cupped his cheek in her hand slowly bringing his lips to hers. The kiss ended shortly after and Harry smiled.

"I do care, Hermione, more than you know." His eyes then went wide. "Wait a minute, is this contagious?"

2 HOURS LATER

Harry Potter lay next to Hermione in bed with an icepack placed on his aching head. "Maybe I should have waited until I was better to kiss you." said Hermione, as her eyes fluttered shut, and a blush crept across her already burning cheeks.

Harry shook his head, placing a light kiss on her head. "I wouldn't have it any other way." said the boy who lived smiling softly.

Hermione merely smiled and cuddled up next to him. "Thank you Harry Potter." She said before falling asleep.

Harry smiled before falling asleep by her side. "Your welcome, Hermione."