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In Sickness, yes. Throw in Hormones? Crap... by verisblack

Prompt: "Told you I was Sick." (Choice 1)

Scene: Bumped into each other at the ministry. (Choice 1)

Word Count: 695

Ship: Harry Potter-Pansy Parkinson

Harry Potter's eyes fluttered closed again, and his head began to slip off his hand. Everything around him was spinning. The whole world was on edge, and everything was dancing in tutus and ballet slippers.

His emerald green eyes snapped open, and he shook his head, swatting his shaggy hair out of his eyes. What a horrible time for him to fall ill. He and Ginny were fighting. She continued to tell him that it was the pregnancy, and her hormones, but god dangit! How could that many hormones exist in the universe? Ginny and him had shouted themselves hoarse the previous night, and Harry ended up sleeping on the sofa. This tended to be happening a lot these days.

Harry hadn't gotten hardly enough sleep in the past week, and his complexion seemed to show it. His palor color, and shallow eyes, with dark circles coloring the bags underneath them. He looked back down at his paperwork, and the words did figure eight's and carwheels on the page. He rubbed his eyes, which were itching fiercely. The slight tickle in his nose didn't help him either.

"Mr. Potter, I have a telegram for you. It's from your wife."

Ginny? Why would Ginny be owling him? He had enough on his hands without her sending him a howler. He looked up at the women. She was tall and elegant in a black suit, with shoulder length black hair, and cold, dark brown eyes. She was pale, with high cheekbones.

"Thank you Miss..." Harry squinted his eyes at her nametag. "Parkinson? Do you have a sister or something?" he rubbed at his ailing nose, which was starting to really get on his nerves now.

Miss Parkinson stared at him, and slowly shook her head. "No. It's me, Potter. Pansy Parkinson."

Harry's face jerked upward. He studdied the high class, polite female for a long moment. His breathing became labored, and Pansy had a sudden vision of Potter getting ready to kill her off. She backed away, as Potter's breathing became heavier and heavier. His breath caught in chest and-

"Heshiff! Hashiff! HESHOO!" Harry sneezed forcefully. He sniffed, and coughed thickly. He groaned.

"Geezus! Whoever thought the famous Harry Potter could get hit with such a cold!" Pansy smirked at him.

"Dow dat," Harry sniffed, but his voice remained just as congested. "Id dee Pandey I bow."

Pansy rolled her eyes and sat down opposite him at his desk. "I've actually gotten better in the last few years. Not nearly half as mean. Broke up with Draco. He and Astoria got together a week later. I got a job." she shrugged. "Looks like you worked out fine. Got a job. A wife. A kid on the way. What's with the sudden illness? You've never gotten sick before. So, this must be Harry Potter's attempt to get out of work, right?"

Harry glanced at her. "Do." he mumbled. "Do, Ib sick." he almost continued on, but Pansy snorted, and conjured up a box of tissues. He nodded at her, and blew hard into one. Tossing it into a trash can, he continued, his voice clearer.

"It's Ginny. She hates me. It's her hormones going crazy. I've been getting such little sleep, and when I do sleep, it's on the couch. And I have to have every little detail on every suspicious person, because people are paranoid about death eaters and-"

Pansy held up a finger for him to stop. "Relax Potter. 1. It's pregnancy. Ginny will be fine, I promise you. You just have to work things out. 2. Work will get better. If you ever feel overun, let me know, okay? I can help!" she stared at his amused face. "What? You think I'm evil or something still? Golly Potter! Why can't you-"

"Hessish!" Harry sneezed directly on Pansy's face, even though he did try to hold it back.

"Eww gross Potter! That's just sick, you know that!" Pansy cried. "Geezus! Go to St. Mungo's! Don't come to work and sneeze in people's faces! God!" she jumped from her seat, glared at him, and stormed away.

Harry coughed harshly, smiling. "I told her I was sick."

"HESHOO!"