Okay wow I took too much time off of this.

I've been reading, and commenting on everybody's.

But I've been so lazy myself, I'm so sorry! Hope you guy's are still interested.

And I always post lyrics from what I'm listening to. Hahah. Sometimes it has nothing to do with it. Here we go.

"We stood so tall ,we caught a plane by the wing and held it safe until we found it a place to land. We layed across the ocean wide, bridged the gap in record time. The people traveled across and kissed our hands. All for love we become larger than lifesize, wondersome. Great in the eyes of someone."

Hermione quickly summoned a small washcloth from the girl's dormitory, grabbing it as it floated in front of her and then quickly made her way to the bathroom and turning on the water. She waited a few seconds, feeling it with her pointer finger until it was cold enough. She then ran the washcloth under it, ringing the water out of it before summoning a cup that floated out of nowhere, filling it up with water and then turning the water off.

She felt herself getting nervous as if he would die if she didn't hurry up.

Of course that wasn't true.

But she didn't even wanna think of that.

At all.

She looked around the common room again quickly before running up the stairs to the boys dormitory, seeing Ron in the exact same position he was. She must have frightened him.. because it seemed like he hadn't moved an inch.. At all.

"Here, Ronald. Drink this." She instructed, handing him the cup of water. He did as he was told, slowly, as if it was straining him to lift his hand to his mouth. Maybe it was?

His expression was painful, and she instantly felt bad, sitting at the end of the bed.

"Okay lay back down."

"It's just my throat, it's sore. Can't you just make me feel better? I'm not good with any spells."

Hermione knew one thing, it wasn't good to cure the common cold on a wizard with a spell. She didn't understand why, but it didn't lead to a fast recovery. She remembered hearing Madam Pomfrey saying that to a first year the other day. Ironic how it helped her now.

"We may be wizards but some health just can't be fixed with a flick of the wrist." She spoke lightly, her voice dripping with worry. He could tell. But he couldn't help at smile.

"A simple no would have sufficed. But thank you." He smirked, personally she sounded like a fairy. 'Flick of the wrist'. He didn't know why, but that's what it reminded him of.

"Okay," she started, laughing slightly. "But it's not allowed. You haven't tried any have you?"

"Well, I have. I pointed my wand at myself and said, 'Reparo' but for some reason it just tied my shoes." He gave a slight shrug, as Hermione covered her mouth with her hand to try to hold back a laugh. He looked so depressed when he was sick, but as usual, everything that left his mouth made her smile. And honestly she didn't know if he was serious or not. But she'd leave it at that.

"Alright, well." She spoke, ignoring everything he just said. "Lay back down and-"

"'Mione, fine. If it'll get you to go to class." He reluclantly laid back down, his hands going to his head immediately. He could feel pain as if the blood in his body was pumping too fast. He didn't want Hermione to notice, but sadly, she did.

"Ronald, are you okay?" She asked quickly, taking both his hands off his head as she stared into his eyes waiting for an answer.

"Yeah.. I'm fine. Really. I just.. it's really cold. Hasn't it gotten a bit cold in here?" He asked quickly, looking around the room before back at her.

Hermione's face saddend. She didn't know where the courage came from, but her mother had always taught her it.. She lowered her lips to his forehead, pressing them against it. She could never tell with her hands just how hot someone was, because the temperature in her own body messed it up. But her mom said that it was alot easier to kiss someone on the forehead, feeling the temperature through your lips.

Ron was surprised, at the least. He wasn't expecting what she had done, but he didn't say or do anything. Just stared at her as he pulled away.

"You're burning up. I don't know how your cold." She spoke quitely, sitting back down as she stared at him, she then shook her thoughts, the thoughts that told her it felt nice to be this close to Ron, and pulled the blanket over him. "I still have to put this washcloth on your head. Because you feel cold.. but you're not."

"That makes no sense."

"I know it doesn't. But you wouldn't understand. I grew up with these muggle colds okay? Just trust me."

"I trust you."

His words were so quick, and effortless, they made her smile. She placed the washcloth on his head slowly, watching his eyes shut as if he was wincing.

"It feels like a huge glacier just broke onto my head."

Those words caused Hermione to laugh, shaking her head.

"You're such a prat." She watched as he smiled, shrugging. Times like these were nice. It felt good taking care of him. As if it was meant for her to take care of him.

"Go to class." He spoke, all of a sudden, his voice strong as his eyes opened.

"No, it's okay-"

"Go to class. You can come back after class if you want. But I'm not letting you miss class for me 'Mione. This is you okay? If you want Head Girl like I know you do.. skipping classes for a friends sickness isn't something that will help. I know it's very caring of you. And I couldn't thank you enough. But you really have to go. I will feel awful if you don't-"

"No, Ronald. I'm staying right here."

"'Mione. Listen to me. You trust me, right?"

"Well, of course, but I-" But she was cut off again.

"Then trust me when I tell you I will stay lying here, trying to sleep. I won't move, anything. I'll wait for your return. Please. I won't forgive myself if you get in trouble for this."

As much as she wanted to stay, she could tell he was completely serious. And he actually cared. It made her feel warm slightly, but she nodded.

"Fine.. but just know that orignally I wanted to stay but you're making me go." She stated quickly, he laughed, nodding his head.

"I know. Just go. Quick."

She nodded her head before leaning over him, placing a kiss on his cheek. She looked at him as she pulled away. He was expecting an update of his temperature but watched her walk away.

It was obvious it wasn't like before.

He couldn't help but smile as he heard her footsteps disappearing down the stairs.

And as he closed his eyes, he couldn't wait for her return.

As crazy as it sounded, it felt good being sick.

I'm tired.. extremely.

And that lips against the forehead thing is true!

My mom does it hahah.

And the whole 'can't cure health' thing.

I don't think.. is true. But give me a break.

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Makes me update faster. :)