Author's Note: I was reading through the previous chapters of this collection and I realised how many Goblet of Fire ones there are, about three or four one shots now, so I already uploaded a chapter in the past week, but I thought, I owed you another as soon as I possibly could, for 2014, and to apologise for my absence.

Credits go to Jo, for inspiring all of us, and for allowing us to play in the Potter World. Please note that I don't own any characters, but if I did…Anyway, credits must also go to my ten year old sister, for creating the name of this chapter: Saving it for 'Ron, where the idea for this came from. Anyways, to the piece of literary work.


Nobody ever likes to admit that they're sick, on one hand, you don't have to go to work or school, and other people will do things for you, the amount they'll do is often determined by their relationships with you, their age, who they are as a person. However on the other hand, you feel horrible, and generally can't do much more than rest, and sleep. The amount of help one receives is also determined by how sick a person is, at the time when they need the aid.

Ronald Bilius Weasley didn't want to admit it, but he had the flu. His wife, Hermione had told him last night "to stop being such a proud ass, and admit you're sick." However the way he was feeling at the moment, he honestly didn't care about his manly pride at all. Hermione stirred, before looking at her husband.

"How're you feeling?" She asked gently.

Ron coughed. "I have the flu." He groaned.

"Told you." Hermione chuckled. "You're staying in bed, and not going to work."

"What about Rose and Hugo?" He asked quietly.

"They can stay here and occupy themselves, or I can ask Ginny to look after them if you'd rather that."

"Fine, they'll be fine here with me."

"You're too stubborn for your own good." Hermione sighed, before getting out of bed, and walking out of the bedroom.


Hermione sighed and walked to the kitchen to start on breakfast. Generally on a weekday, breakfast would be something simple like cereal or toast. Most of the time, Ron cooked breakfast on the weekend, which consisted of: Bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles and sometimes french toast. Two sets of feet were heard coming down the staircase, belonging to the couple's children, nine year old Rose, and seven year old Hugo.

"Mum, where's Dad?" Rose asked, seeing that her mother was alone in the kitchen.

"He's sick with the flu Rose." Hermione replied.

"Dad admitted it?" Hugo asked, sitting at the island bench, next to Rose.

"Wait. Does this mean that Dad and I can't play Wizard Chess today?" Rose asked. She had wanted to play with her father all week.

"Yes." Hermione replied as she fried off the bacon and eggs.

"Mum." The two of them whined.

"Do we have to go see Aunt Ginny?" Hugo asked.

"James dropped a bucket of water on my head last time we went over there."

"No, you two can stay here, just watch TV or something and look after your dad. Did Ginny laugh, or scold James?"

"Both. But Aunt Ginny couldn't scold him properly, because she was laughing, and said how it was such a Fred-like thing to do. I yelled at James though." Rose said, grinning.

Hermione laughed. "It is a pretty Fred-like thing to do." She sighed.

"Wait, so we get to watch television all day, so long as we make sure Dad's okay?" Hugo asked, a massive grin plastered all over his face.

"Yes, Hugo, that's what I said." Hermione chuckled slightly and began to serve the breakfast.


Hermione lay three plates out on the island bench, two for her children, and one for her husband. Rose and Hugo started as soon as their plates were placed in front of them. Hugo ate quickly, as if it were his last meal, whereas Rose ate slowly, savouring each and every mouthful. Hermione turned around to grab her plate, before putting her plate down on the bench and starting to eat.

Once Hugo had finished his breakfast, he thought it would be a good idea to try to eat some of his father's. Hugo reached for the plate, so that he could bring it closer and steal the bacon, hopefully without his sister or mother noticing. He turned the plate carefully, manoeuvring it so that the bacon was now within his reach. Rose slapped her younger brother's hand when she saw him encroach upon the bacon. "Save it for Dad!" She whispered to him.

"But Rosie-"

"No, Dad's sick. You wouldn't steal his bacon if he wasn't upstairs." She pointed out.

Hugo stuck his tongue out at Rose and retracted his hand reluctantly. "Fine…" He sighed.


Hermione rolled her eyes as she put her now empty plate into the sink. She grabbed the plate for her husband, and walked back to their bedroom. "I bring bacon." She sighed, coming back into the bedroom, and handing the plate to Ron.

Ron groaned and took the plate. "Thank you." He said, starting to eat.

"Hugo tried to steal some." She murmured as she got changed. "I'll be back after work." She sighed before leaving.

Throughout the day Rose and Hugo physically checked up on their father, who spent most of the day sleeping. Rose got a game of Wizard Chess though, even if Ron let her win easily. When Hermione finally came home, she found a smiling Ron, with a sleeping Rose and Hugo snuggled into both of his sides, she couldn't help but smile at the three of them.


Author's Note: It took me a few days to write this one, but I'm happy with it, and I hoped you enjoyed it too. This is the longest one shot for this story that I've written, so yay!