A/N: I still don't own Severus or Hermione.

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club November

Scamander's Case: Kneazle - (character) Hermione Granger

Film Festival: 12 - (theme) illness

Lyric Alley: 3 - These desperate times call for desperate measures

Word count: 445

Severus looked up from his papers in time to see Hermione shuffle past wearing only her pyjamas and pair of fuzzy blue slippers.

"What are you doing in my office, Miss Granger? And why are you not properly clothed?" he asked setting his quill down. He knew it was once again cold and flu season at Hogwarts. Professor Dumbledore had canceled classes in hopes of containing the illnesses. It did not seem to be working, nor was the latest batch of pepper-up potion. Apparently this strain was immune to the potion.

Hermione sniffled and wiped her eyes with her sleeves. She, also, was not immune to the common Muggle cold.

"Doing that will only spread the disease to your eyes, Miss Granger. May I recommend you return to your quarters and get some sleep?"

"I wanna sleep with you," she mumbled, summoning a tissue to wipe her nose. She blew her nose loudly. Severus had never seen her looking so pathetic.

"Miss Granger, I believe we've had this discussion before. You are my student."

"Not like that, just...curled against you? My bed isn't warm enough and you should be in bed. You're working too late again. Do you have any idea what lack of sleep does to your immune system?"

"I'm sure you'd love to enlighten me, Miss Granger," he muttered looking at her. She was nearly asleep on her feet. With a great sigh, he rose and approached her.

"It's not against the rules exactly," she added giving him a hopeful look. He could see dried mucus under her nose.

"No, it is not recommended either, and what if Professor Dumbledore was to find out, or someone else, they might get the wrong idea."

"I'll keep my clothes on if you will, sir," she teased before falling victim to a coughing fit.

"Only because you need to be in bed, any bed at this point, Miss Granger. Come along," he finally said leading her from the room. He could have just as easily sent her to the infirmary, told Poppy to keep her there, but he couldn't deny the appeal of her laying against him, his arm around her. He opened the door to his chamber and led her inside.

"The bedroom is through there. Go get comfortable, and please, keep your clothing on, Miss Granger," he ordered. She gave him a weak smirk but followed his instructions. He waited a moment before entering the room himself. She was spread across the bed, eyes closed, drooling a bit, and completely sound asleep.

"Good night, Miss Granger, sweet dreams," he muttered before grabbing a free blanket and taking a spot on the sofa for himself.