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Harry sat once more in the Room of Requirement with his girlfriend, though unlike all of their other excursions here, this was different. They were not running their hands over each other's bodies, worshiping and loving each other. This time he simply held Hermione as she was sick, over and over; brushing her hair back from her face and rubbing her back as she wretched. Once again the Room of Requirement had transferred into exactly what they needed. It was a dimly lit, cool room with a sink, shower, toilet, and tub in one end and a large, comfortable looking bed at the other. Currently Hermione was hovering over the toilet, reproducing her breakfast.

Harry was worried about her, his mind automatically going to the worst possible scenario. Had she been poisoned? Had she been cursed? Had she somehow touched a cursed object? He didn't know what to do or how to help her so he remained as he was comforting her and holding her through it.

Once it seemed as though she had expelled all that was possible, he flushed for her and closed the lid, turning her to sit on it as he asked the castle for something to clean her with, smiling as a rag appeared on the sink. Quickly, he wetted the rag in cold water and used it to carefully clean her face of all evidence of the past fifteen minutes. As he turned to rinse the rag he almost laughed, seeing a toothbrush and mouthwash sitting on the edge of the sink. 'Thank you, Hogwarts.' He thought silently, wetting the toothbrush and applying the toothpaste before handing it to the brunette. "Here, this'll help you get rid of the taste." He said softly, kissing her forehead reassuringly.

"I don't know what came over me Harry." She said after she leaned over, spitting into the sink and rinsing both sink and mouth. "It was as though once I finished eating my stomach decided that it couldn't handle the eggs." She said shaking her head and leaning against her boyfriend.

"I wonder what could cause that." He said, his voice laced with concern as he wrapped his arms around her, holding the girl close to him.

"When I was a small child I was allergic to eggs, but I had grown out of that." Hermione aid shakily.

"Maybe that allergy has just come back." Harry said softly, rubbing her back in soothing circles. "Avoid eggs for a few days and see how things go?" He questioned gently.

The brunette nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a good idea. I really don't relish going through this again."

Harry nodded. "I hate seeing you sick. I wish there was more that I could do." He said affectionately, reaching up and brushing her hair behind her ear.

Pulling away he took her hand and led her to the bed, gently stripping her before lifting her into his arms and laying her down carefully. Once she was settled, he quickly divested himself of his own uniform and climbed in bed with her, pulling her close. "I just need to hold you." He whispered into her ear, nuzzling her gently. "I need to feel you safe in my arms for just a little bit."

She smiled, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Wrapped up in your arms is the only time I truly feel safe." She said, her face open and honest, no sign of shame or embarrassment.

They nodded off wrapped up in each other's arms, a smile on their faces. An hour later they were roused by a small house elf looking very anxious at being sent to wake the couple.

"Professor McGonegoll is being asking for Mister Harry Potter Sir and Missy Hermione Granger to be in her office now." The tiny elf said, wringing her apron in her hands nervously.

"Thank you, ummm… What is your name?" Harry asked before Hermione could get riled up about the rights of elves and her S.P.E.W. views.

"I is being Mopsey, Mister Harry Potter Sir." The little elf said, slightly relieved not to be punished for waking them.

"Thank you Mopsey, we will be right there." Harry said, dismissing the little elf as quickly as possible, knowing perfectly well that Hermione disapproved of houselves and what she thought they stood for.

Once the little elf was gone, he kissed the top of Hermione's head and slid out from under the covers. "Let's get this over with, we still have to more classes today." He said reaching for his trousers. "How are you feeling now?" He asked, concern etch3ed over his face.

"Much better, Harry, thank you. A nap and cuddles was exactly what I needed." The girl replied with an adoring smile, reaching for her own uniform.

Twenty minutes later found them sitting in their Head of House's office, accepting tea.

"Now," the stern woman said, taking a sip of her own tea, "while skipping class is never desired, I noticed you were unwell this morning. Are you feeling better?" She asked, her brow furrowing in concern.

"Yes Professor." Hermione said, clearly confused as to how her teacher had known she had been sick.

"I'm very glad to hear that. I saw you leave the Great Hall looking very green this morning." The Scottish woman said, seeing their confusion. "Have you any idea what caused you to feel ill?" She asked gently.

"I'm not sure Professor." Hermione answered. "I had eaten some eggs for breakfast and I think that was it." She said with a shrug, at seeing her Head's lack on understanding she elaborated. "As a child I was allergic to them but had seemed to grow out of it, it seems as though the sensitivity to them has returned."

"Ah, well while I hate to hear of your allergy and discomfort, I am glad that it is nothing more serious." The older woman said, relief evident in her voice, she too had been worried that maybe Hermione had been targeted due to the combined statuses as Harry Potter's girlfriend and a Muggleborn.

After finishing their tea they were dismissed from Professor McGonegoll's office and sent off to lunch before their afternoon classes. Thankfully as Hermione ate there was not a repeat of that morning's events, though Hermione did seemed to be starving. No wonder, seeing as she had been unable to keep anything she had eaten down. So as they sat at the lunch table eating she ate with gusto, finishing off two chicken salad sandwiches and a bowl of fruit.

Harry watched her eat, happy that she seemed to be over whatever it was that caused her to be sick that morning. Unknown to him, they both sat reflecting on the morning's events.

In the time they had spent together Hermione had grown into herself, become more confident and sure of herself. She could finally see herself through Harry's eyes and she could see how beautiful she was to him. She could see his love for her in everything he did; from the soft touches and gentle kisses, to the way he cared for her and grounded her when she needed it.

She could see the woman she had become reflected in his eyes; gone was the awkward and bossy little girl she had been, replaced by a woman that was special enough to have caught the heart and eyes of the best man she had ever known.

Harry had also changed, able to see himself as his girlfriend saw him. He had finally found someone that saw who he really was. He was human, fallible and imperfect. He was not a weapon, he was not the Savior, he was Harry. Just Harry. He saw that while she knew he would fall, she didn't expect or wait for it, and would simply help him up and help in move on. She didn't expect perfection or some great act of heroism, she just expected him to live. He could see in her eyes, the way she looked at him, smiled that special smile just for him, that she loved him.

She had given him the only thing he had ever wanted. She had given him a family; she was his family now.

And in that moment it hit him, like a ton of bricks. He felt as though someone had punched him in the gut. His entire body tensed as he watched her eat a strawberry, something that until now she hadn't been all to fond of. Part of him praying to the Gods, old and new, that he was wrong. Yet another part of him, a small part that had wanted this, even subconsciously, prayed he was right and the consequences be damned.

He knew what was wrong with Hermione that morning.