A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #5 Amulets and Talismans Task #3: Wood: Wood was considered to be full of sympathetic magic. To ward off fits, some people would boil five ash twigs in water, and carry them around in a silk bag. Prompt: Write about a character overcoming an illness

Word count: 466

Hermione blinked her eyes. The light was blinding. Her throat was scratchy and she could could tell by the starchiness of the sheets she was not in the bed she shared with her husband.

"Where am I?" she asked, her voice raspy. Her eyes felt like they were full of sleep. She slowly reached up and started wiping them.

"Hospital wing," Severus answered from the chair next to the bed. Hermione glared at him. "You were sick," he added. That only made her glare more.

"I was not! It's just allergies!"

"And this is the same argument as we have every single Spring. You start coughing and wheezing, claim it's allergies, end up with a decently high fever."

"I did not have a fever."

"You did."

"Did not!" Hermione argued, crossing her arms in front of her. "It was just cold in your dungeons."

"Our dungeons," Severus corrected automatically.

"Fine, yes, our dungeons. I did not have a fever because I was not sick."

"You wrote five sheets of parchment about how you weren't sick. Half of them are just doodles of me in various states of undress," Severus commented. Hermione felt her face flush. "You also named yourself Queen of the Dungeon Bats and cast a glitter charm on my cloak in your feverish delirium."

"Oh," Hermione whispered, looking down at her hands. "Maybe I might have had a touch of a fever," she admitted.

"Thus you were sick with a seasonal cold."

"And allergies," Hermione pointed out.

"Yes, my dear, you do have allergies, which did not help. You finally fell asleep on the sofa and I carried you here, knowing you'd never admit to needing help."

"You spiked my coffee, didn't you?" Hermione asked.

"No. I didn't need to. You fell asleep because your body was trying to fight being sick."

"And now?"

"Now your fever has broken and Madame Pomfrey will be releasing you into my care this afternoon."

"Good, because I still have papers to grade and lesson plans to write and...wait...did you keep those sheets of parchment? The ones I drew while feverish?"

"Of course, it is a very good likeness. I didn't know you could draw," Severus smirked, causing Hermione to blush again.

"I'm going to be wanting those back," she stated.

"Shame, I was thinking of framing one above the fireplace."

"If I didn't love you, I'd hate you," Hermione muttered, knowing her husband was joking, although the thought of Minerva coming around for tea and seeing a framed image...that almost made her laugh.

"I love you too, and that is why you're spending the next day in bed, resting."

"Fine, as long as you make that lemon tea I like," Hermione grumbled, knowing Severus was right. She should rest, even if it was nothing more than allergies.