Title: Sick

Karma's Slave

Disclaimer: I don't own harry Potter

Rating: T

Words: 210

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A groggy miserable Sirius Black, walking into the kitchen of Grimmauld place at the pace of a snail if not anymore slower. "Aren't you a ball of sunshine today" Hermione said as she placed a glass of water down in front of Sirius, as he held his own head in his hands. "Very funny, Hermione, you're not the one that's sick!" He exclaimed as he drank the water; Hermione still paying attention as she went back reading one of her newest spell books.

Lifting her head from the book, "what is it with you men, wizard or not; you all act like on your death bed?" Hermione stated as her right eyebrow rose up.

"Ha" replied the sick man, "I should be so lucky Hermione", and it was then Hermione let down her book, leaned over the table right across from Sirius, as sick as he felt it didn't stop him from getting a peek down her tight shirt.

"But Sirius, if you were on your death bed, I wouldn't be able to your overly affectionate, impish nurse." She said with that teasing smile of hers, which would come out only in a blue moon.

Sirius groaned, as he felt a part his body tighten up. "God damn tease!"

End.

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