(A/N: Dang, you guys are shy, huh? Nothing! LOLZ ah well, I'll just keep doing my own until somebody gets brave enough. No worries :)
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When he was healthy, it was like pulling teeth to get him to show affection. But when he was sick, Harry Potter was the world's biggest cuddler. He didn't seem to want to let Hermione go, ever.
It was endearing, and adorable, but sometimes it could be a little much.
"Harry," Hermione huffed, struggling to remove his weight. "Harry, let me up." They were on the couch in her living room, reading, and he'd started to doze off. He'd caught a small summer cold and she was trying to nurse him better the muggle way.
"Mmmnm..." he mumbled, sighing into her hair and tightening his hold. Cold shivers wracked his frame, "Warmmm..." She flinched when he sniffled wetly in her ear.
"Harry, come on, the tea is ready, just let me-"
"Nnngn!"
Hermione squeaked as he crushed her against his chest, nuzzling into her shoulder. After a second, she sighed, and stroked his forehead.
"Where's a camera when you need one...?"