A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry\
Assignment #11
voodoo magic
task #10
Write about a doting husband.
Insane prompt challenge
367: Action – being sick
Word count: 412
Hermione blinked her eyes open staring at the ceiling. She sniffled loudly and sighed laying her head back onto her pillow.
"I'm sorry, Severus. I know how much this conference means to you."
"There will be other conferences, Hermione. There is only one you," he stated sitting next to her on the bed. "Besides, I'm not leaving you here alone, not like this."
"It's the flu."
"More than likely, but it's not responding to the potions. Are you feeling any different?"
"No. I'm sniffley, cold, shivery, tired, achy, and I think I've got a fever," Hermione coughed loudly. She leaned over and spit a large wad of phlegm into the waiting rubbish bin.
"That's productive at least," Severus muttered. Hermione glared at him for a moment.
"I'm fine, Severus. Go to your conference, leave me to my sick misery...or make me a bowl of chicken soup." He nodded kissing the top of her forehead.
"That I can do, just rest, I'll bring you dinner." She watched him their bedroom and snuggled back into the blankets. She could hear him moving around the kitchen, could hear him searching for something, she sighed. Slowly she slid from the bed, stood there for a second while she waited for the room to stop spinning, and took a few steps towards the kitchen.
She had to stop several times because of the dizziness, but finally she found herself at the kitchen doorway.
"What are you looking for?" she asked leaning against the wooden door frame.
"Hermione! What are you doing out of bed?"
"Keeping you from destroying what little order the kitchen is currently in," she stated sliding into one of the kitchen chairs. "Now, what were you looking for?"
"Tea. I wanted to make you a cup of tea."
"Under the counter, third drawer," she replied as another coughing fit hit. Severus was immediately at her side.
"I am putting you back to bed, Hermione. You need to rest." Hermione nodded slowly, her eyes watery as Severus scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to bed. She sighed burrowing under the blankets again. Within a few seconds, she was asleep. Severus smiled at her, kissed her forehead again.
"Good night, Hermione. Get well soon, I love you," he whispered. She mumbled something that might have been, 'love you too'. Severus decided to translated it as such and went to find the tea knowing Hermione would most likely want a cup when she awoke.