A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters.
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #2
Games Development
task #9: Isabelle from Animal Crossing - Write about someone who works too hard and forgets to look after themselves.
Word count: 441
"You haven't eaten in three days," Hermione stated throwing open the door of her husband's lab. The whole thing smelled dank and musty.
"I ate on Tuesday." She rolled her eyes at his reply. He was sitting at his desk, poring over a stack of parchment. His hair hung limp around his face, which was paler than usual since he hadn't seen the sun, much less the light of day in nearly a week.
"It's Friday." Severus looked up briefly from his notes. There were dark circles around his eyes. She rolled her own eyes. She'd known he hadn't been coming to their bed, but she hadn't realized he hadn't slept the entire time.
"I'm so close, this time. I know the answer is here, somewhere." He waved a stack of parchment in the air. "I just need to find it." Hermione sighed glaring at him.
"Get your cloak, we're going out. You need food and fresh air."
"Hermione, if I figure this out, we could reverse the affects of Dark Magic has on the body. Just think of all the people we could help."
"And if you pass out from hunger and dehydration nothing will get done. Can you really afford a setback like that, Severus? Several days bed rest when you collapse or an hour now, take your pick. I'll be upstairs. And no, I will not sit beside your bed in St. Mungo's and read you your notes." She turned leaving Severus to his pile of notes. He hated, no loathed, to admit she had a point. With a sigh, he marked his page and headed upstairs. True to her word, Hermione was sitting in her favorite chair pretending to read a book.
"Taking a page from Miss Lovegood?" She looked up. "Your book is upside down, Hermione."
"I," she started what he was sure to be an amusing explanation, but he interrupted her by pulling her from her chair and into his arms.
"Let me change out of these robes and into something clean, then we'll go out."
"Alright," she agreed giving him a quick kiss before he disappeared towards their bedroom. A few minutes later, he reappeared wearing a clean set of black robes.
"Much better," she stated sliding her hand into his as they stepped out of their house. The night air was cool and there was a faint scent of rain.
"Any preference where we eat?" she asked.
"None. Whatever you pick will be fine."
"Good. Let's get going before you have a miraculous epiphany about your research and change your mind," she stated grabbing his arm and leading him down the street.