And the next chappy. Here you guys go. I had fun writing this one. :D
Words 666
Object: Wardrobe
Flying.
I don't own!
ENJOY!
"I'm fine." Ronald tried to protest, though his nose was clogged so it came out more like 'I'b Fibe.' Severus was tired of this. Ronald had been on his feet too much since last he passed out. After the hippogriff incident the two had gotten back to the room, only for Ronald to once again pass out after emptying the contents of his stomach.
"You are not fine. You keep exerting yourself even after you're told not to. I refuse for you to do anything more to hurt yourself." Severus was stubborn, he placed a hand on Ronald's shoulder, not any pressure at all, and kept him from getting up. It was a show of just how bad the sickness was.
"Now I am going to class, and you are staying here. I will be back at lunch." Ronald didn't hear him, his eyelids already closed and his breath evening out.
That wardrobe was laughing at him. The coat rack was pointing. How dare they. He was sick. He would show them. Now he just needed to stand up, where was his wand? Oh well, he'll have to do this the muggle way.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Severus had never been both mad and scared at the same time, but seeing his sick beau trying to move a wardrobe while sick, without magic, it sent a shiver of fear down his spine, and anger that he would put himself in danger like this.
"I didn't like what it was saying…" Ronald looked red, sweat dripping down his face as he shivered. His robes were gone, leaving him in nothing but his nickers, and he was standing next to the wardrobe, giving it a look of complete indignation, like the wardrobe had done him a personal offence.
"Back in bed with you. Hurry now before I call Madam Pomfrey." Ronald moved slowly, tripping once. Severus was by his side as soon as he tripped, lifting him up by wrapping his arms around him and physically hauling him up before he could hit the floor.
"What did we say about getting up. You're being ridiculous." Severus tucked Ronald back into the bed and waved his wand. Ronald wouldn't be able to sit up without him there. As much as he didn't want to do this Ronald wasn't giving him much of a choice.
"They keep laughing." Ronald pouted up at him. His breath was coming in short pants. He struggled to get up before relaxing with a huff.
"You're delirious. Here." Severus spent the rest of lunch break feeding his beau and trying to convince him that the wardrobe was laughing with him not at him. He was exhausted by the time he got back to class. He couldn't wait for Ronald to be healed.
It must have been a really funny joke. Sevy said that the wardrobe thought he was hilarious. It was funny, he doesn't even remember telling the joke.
Maybe the joke had offended the door. It wouldn't stop glaring at him.
"I'm sorry door." Ron mumbled, waving what he hoped was a reassuring hand. It was hard to tell; the door was still glaring.
Why was the coat rack still pointing at him? Maybe he had something on his nose? He hates it when he gets dirt on his nose. It's so hard to remove. His mum had used spittle to get it off when he was younger. Maybe the door misses his mum? He misses his mum.
When Severus got back to the room after classes, supper in hand, Ronald was crying.
"Are you okay?" Severus moved to the bed, depositing the food on the desk before kneeling next to Ronald.
"The door is mad at me. And the wardrobe won't stop laughing. The coat rack is pointing at me and won't stop. And I miss my mum." He sobbed out the last part, covering his face with his hands. Severus was so out of his comfort zone.
:D Hope you guys liked this. :D
Mars