A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #4 – First Aid task 7

Writing club September

Assorted Appreciation: 18 - Clara Oswald - Job: Teacher. Alt: Dialogue: Hang on... Three of you, in one cell, and none of you thought to try the door?"

Showtime: 1 -Any Way the Wind Blows - (season) Autumn

Word Count: 723

He woke to her coughing loudly. With a sigh, he opened his black eyes slowly and glanced over to her side of the bed. She sniffled and he saw her hand crawl out from under the blankets and reach towards the nightstand. He shook his head. He always could tell the beginning of autumn by her. Every year, like clockwork, she caught a cold. He heard her blow her nose. There was no point in going back to sleep now. He might as well get up and get this year's argument started. He had barely sat up when heard her rise and shuffle from her side of the bed. He slid his feet into his black loafers and moved to intercept her.

"Bed, Hermione," he ordered. She rolled her eyes and then glared at him.

"I'm fine, Severus. It's just allergies." He rose shaking his head. He watched her walk to the bathroom they shared.

"It wasn't just allergies last year, or the year before that, or, in fact, the year before that. You have a cold," he stated following her. His own head seemed to spin slightly. No, he couldn't afford to get sick, not now. Not when he had a stubborn Gryffindor wife who needed someone to convince her to go back to bed for a few days.

"I don't have a fever," she said looking in the mirror. She tilted her head to the side and frowned.

"You look pale. Your skin is clammy. You are sick, Hermione. It's the beginning of September, same as last year." She ignored him and started brushing her teeth. She sneezed loudly getting tooth paste and saliva all over the mirror. Severus raised an eyebrow.

"Allergies," Hermione said stubbornly. Severus shook his head. Every year, they had the same argument. Last year had been the worst, he hadn't been able to convince her to stay in bed. Last year, she had collapsed in front of a first year class. She'd been in the hospital wing two days with a head injury. Apparently she was planning to be just as stubborn this year.

"Hermione."

"Severus. I'm fine," she growled cleaning off the mirror. He watched her sway slightly, her face paling. He caught the scared look in her eyes in the mirror. He caught her easily before she actually fell. Carefully, he carried her back to bed.

"At least this time you didn't traumatize a group of first years," he commented tucking her back into the bed.

"I just got dizzy!" she tried to argue, but slowly nestled herself in the blankets.

"Now, just stay here. I'm going to make you some tea and toast. If I hear you out of bed..." She laughed softly looking up at him. He exited the room, returning a few minutes later with a tray containing tea, a slice of toast, and a couple vials of potion. She looked at them apprehensively.

"Fever potion, pepper – up potion, and that one's for your cough."

"You really do think of everything, don't you, Severus?" He nodded slowly setting the tray beside the bed.

"Now, I still have to get ready for classes. I will let Minerva know you won't be able to teach today and possibly tomorrow." Hermione sighed but took a sip of her tea.

"Alright, I guess I can stay here for a day or two, just as a precaution. I still say it's allergies."

"And I still think you have a cold, since you have a habit of catching one every year," he said pulling on his teaching robes. She smiled at him looking him over.

"You really are sweet, Severus. What would your students say if they knew you made me breakfast in bed, and will probably stop by at lunchtime?"

"What makes you think I'll be anywhere near hear at lunchtime? Maybe I'll just send a house elf with a bowl of soup?" She smiled taking a small bite of her toast.

"Because I know you," she answered closing her eyes and falling back asleep. He smiled at her, kissed her forehead. He noted she did, in fact, have a slight fever. He'd make sure to bring an extra fever potion with him when he came to visit her at lunch.

"I love you," he whispered before slipping from their chamber to start his day.