A/N: Once again, another plotless, sappy, romantic ficcie. XD But you just gotta love
the sappiness! I mean honestly!
Doncha just love the title? Doesn't it sound romantic? LOL
I wrote this story because I love how people act when someone's sick. They're so sweet
and kind and in my own twisted sort of way, I think it's rather romantic when someone
gets sick and their significant other cares for them... XD I'm such a weirdo. But enjoy
the fic anyhow! :D
P.S. I realize that Harry's story about his childhood sickness is overly pathetic and
very, very unlikely...but hey. It's my story. :D
Well...Jeez...I hadn't quite expected all the negative reviews about the kiss. o.O Oh
well, so I have odd tastes compared to everyone else... I honestly hadn't thought about
the fact that Harry had just thrown up. I figured, 'he's washed his mouth out, what's it
matter?' Oh well... ;P
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Harry sat down on one of the plush, comfortable chairs of the common room rubbing
his stomach gingerly. It had been aching for about an hour now…ever since they'd eaten
dinner. Fred and George had slipped something into his soup and he'd been extremely
squeaky sounding for a half an hour, which sent the twins into hysterical laughter, of
course. Ron had tried to hide his sniggering unsuccessfully, and Hermione had been
giggling behind her hand as well. Now, however, the effects had worn off, and Harry had
begun feeling strange. His stomach started aching, and every once in a while it would
give a twist, or a lurch and he felt as though he were going to be sick. He sighed and
closed his eyes grimacing as his stomach gave an especially strong pitch. "Harry?" a
concerned voice broke into his nauseous cloud of vision.
Harry looked up and gave a weak smile, "Hey, Gin. What's up?"
She sat down on the floor in front of him, her firey curls glowing in the
firelight. "Are you feeling all right?"
He nodded, "I think I'll be okay… I just feel a little sick…"
"It's probably from Fred and George's experiment…there were some allergens in
it…" she said worriedly. "Hey! Ron c'mere!" she called. Harry closed his eyes, barely
managing to keep down his dinner with another strong lurch of his stomach.
"What's the matter, Gin?" Ron asked and then glanced at Harry. "All right,
Harry?" he asked concernedly.
Harry shook his head. "I'm just feeling a bit ill…"
Ron frowned, "Fred and George's prototype…it had eagle claws in it… Some people
are really allergic to it…maybe I should take you to the Hospital Wing…" He started
forward but Ginny stood up.
"I'll take him Ron. You have to study so you can pass your transfiguration exam,"
she said.
Ron nodded slowly, watching Harry carefully. "Okay…okay Gin, take him to the
Hospital Wing and tell Madam Pomfrey you think he's having an allergic reaction to eagle
claws…okay?"
"It's all right, Ron. I can do it," she said, and pushed him back towards the
table where he'd been sitting with Hermione.
Harry clenched his mouth shut, ignoring his pale, clammy skin. He was sweating and
the turns of his stomach were getting worse. "Gin…" he moaned. "I'm gonna be sick…"
"Come on Harry," she said soothingly, helping him up. "One step at a time…"
They made fairly quick time despite Harry nearly throwing up twice in the hallways.
Ginny led him into a bathroom and he looked around in confusion. "Gin…one of us can't be
in here…"
She smiled, "It's Myrtle's bathroom…she doesn't mind. Besides, no one ever comes
in here really except for us four."
Harry nodded and then suddenly pulled away from her banging loudly into the first
stall. Ginny cringed as he began throwing up. She moved into the stall and gently put
her hand on his back, rubbing it soothingly. She felt his back and shoulders tense as he
heaved up everything he'd eaten. After a few moments, his shoulders slumped and loosened
as his body ran out of energy. He sat leaning on the toilet as he breathed slowly in and
out, his limbs weak and clammy. Ginny backed out of the way as he stood up weakly and
went to the sink bending over it to rinse his mouth of the acrid taste. When he finished,
he remained leaning on the sink, breathing carefully. Finally he looked up into the
mirror at her reflection. "Thanks, Gin…" he said softly.
She gave him a small smile, "No problem…that's why I came… Ron wouldn't have been
able to comfort you…it would have been awkward… Besides, Mum taught me that everyone
likes to have somebody with them when they're sick for support."
Harry flinched, exhaling deeply, "I guess so…that's the first time anyone's ever
been with me when I was sick." He sank down on the floor, still feeling weak and trembly
from being sick.
Ginny frowned in concern and walked over to him sitting down beside him. "Your
aunt never sat with you when you were sick?"
Harry let out a harsh laugh. "Are you kidding? I had strep throat when I was eight…
the school nurse sent me home with a temperature of one-hundred and three point two, and
when I got home, my aunt and uncle were furious. They locked me in my cupboard and I had
to sneak out at night to get water… It's a miracle I didn't die…"
Ginny looked at him in horror. "Oh Harry…I'm so sorry…" she put her hand on his,
looking genuinely upset.
Harry gave an embarrassed smile, "It's okay. It doesn't matter… Thanks for staying
with me…"
"Of course… I would do anything for you Harry…" she said quietly. Harry looked at
her surprised. It struck him just then as she stared intently at the stone floor, how
utterly lovely her firey curls were, and how her cheeks had such a healthy blush to
them… She was really very beautiful… Without thinking, he gently reached out and took her
chin in his hand and leaned forward, kissing her tenderly on the lips. The kiss lasted
mere seconds, but a fire pulsed through his veins and he opened his eyes quickly to see
her reaction.
She looked stunned beyond words. "H…Harry…?"
He flushed, suddenly feeling ashamed. "Sorry…I don't know…I don't know what came
over me… Just—"
He was silenced by a gentle return of his gesture. Ginny leaned forward, and he
slid back pressing against the base of the sink wall, one of her hands on the floor and
the other gently caressing his face. Harry melted into the passionate kiss and put an
arm around her waist his fingers tangling through her hair and brushing the nape of her
neck. When they broke apart they stared at each other breathlessly.
"Thanks Gin…for everything…" he murmured and then drew her head back to his gently.
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the sappiness! I mean honestly!
Doncha just love the title? Doesn't it sound romantic? LOL
I wrote this story because I love how people act when someone's sick. They're so sweet
and kind and in my own twisted sort of way, I think it's rather romantic when someone
gets sick and their significant other cares for them... XD I'm such a weirdo. But enjoy
the fic anyhow! :D
P.S. I realize that Harry's story about his childhood sickness is overly pathetic and
very, very unlikely...but hey. It's my story. :D
Well...Jeez...I hadn't quite expected all the negative reviews about the kiss. o.O Oh
well, so I have odd tastes compared to everyone else... I honestly hadn't thought about
the fact that Harry had just thrown up. I figured, 'he's washed his mouth out, what's it
matter?' Oh well... ;P
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Harry sat down on one of the plush, comfortable chairs of the common room rubbing
his stomach gingerly. It had been aching for about an hour now…ever since they'd eaten
dinner. Fred and George had slipped something into his soup and he'd been extremely
squeaky sounding for a half an hour, which sent the twins into hysterical laughter, of
course. Ron had tried to hide his sniggering unsuccessfully, and Hermione had been
giggling behind her hand as well. Now, however, the effects had worn off, and Harry had
begun feeling strange. His stomach started aching, and every once in a while it would
give a twist, or a lurch and he felt as though he were going to be sick. He sighed and
closed his eyes grimacing as his stomach gave an especially strong pitch. "Harry?" a
concerned voice broke into his nauseous cloud of vision.
Harry looked up and gave a weak smile, "Hey, Gin. What's up?"
She sat down on the floor in front of him, her firey curls glowing in the
firelight. "Are you feeling all right?"
He nodded, "I think I'll be okay… I just feel a little sick…"
"It's probably from Fred and George's experiment…there were some allergens in
it…" she said worriedly. "Hey! Ron c'mere!" she called. Harry closed his eyes, barely
managing to keep down his dinner with another strong lurch of his stomach.
"What's the matter, Gin?" Ron asked and then glanced at Harry. "All right,
Harry?" he asked concernedly.
Harry shook his head. "I'm just feeling a bit ill…"
Ron frowned, "Fred and George's prototype…it had eagle claws in it… Some people
are really allergic to it…maybe I should take you to the Hospital Wing…" He started
forward but Ginny stood up.
"I'll take him Ron. You have to study so you can pass your transfiguration exam,"
she said.
Ron nodded slowly, watching Harry carefully. "Okay…okay Gin, take him to the
Hospital Wing and tell Madam Pomfrey you think he's having an allergic reaction to eagle
claws…okay?"
"It's all right, Ron. I can do it," she said, and pushed him back towards the
table where he'd been sitting with Hermione.
Harry clenched his mouth shut, ignoring his pale, clammy skin. He was sweating and
the turns of his stomach were getting worse. "Gin…" he moaned. "I'm gonna be sick…"
"Come on Harry," she said soothingly, helping him up. "One step at a time…"
They made fairly quick time despite Harry nearly throwing up twice in the hallways.
Ginny led him into a bathroom and he looked around in confusion. "Gin…one of us can't be
in here…"
She smiled, "It's Myrtle's bathroom…she doesn't mind. Besides, no one ever comes
in here really except for us four."
Harry nodded and then suddenly pulled away from her banging loudly into the first
stall. Ginny cringed as he began throwing up. She moved into the stall and gently put
her hand on his back, rubbing it soothingly. She felt his back and shoulders tense as he
heaved up everything he'd eaten. After a few moments, his shoulders slumped and loosened
as his body ran out of energy. He sat leaning on the toilet as he breathed slowly in and
out, his limbs weak and clammy. Ginny backed out of the way as he stood up weakly and
went to the sink bending over it to rinse his mouth of the acrid taste. When he finished,
he remained leaning on the sink, breathing carefully. Finally he looked up into the
mirror at her reflection. "Thanks, Gin…" he said softly.
She gave him a small smile, "No problem…that's why I came… Ron wouldn't have been
able to comfort you…it would have been awkward… Besides, Mum taught me that everyone
likes to have somebody with them when they're sick for support."
Harry flinched, exhaling deeply, "I guess so…that's the first time anyone's ever
been with me when I was sick." He sank down on the floor, still feeling weak and trembly
from being sick.
Ginny frowned in concern and walked over to him sitting down beside him. "Your
aunt never sat with you when you were sick?"
Harry let out a harsh laugh. "Are you kidding? I had strep throat when I was eight…
the school nurse sent me home with a temperature of one-hundred and three point two, and
when I got home, my aunt and uncle were furious. They locked me in my cupboard and I had
to sneak out at night to get water… It's a miracle I didn't die…"
Ginny looked at him in horror. "Oh Harry…I'm so sorry…" she put her hand on his,
looking genuinely upset.
Harry gave an embarrassed smile, "It's okay. It doesn't matter… Thanks for staying
with me…"
"Of course… I would do anything for you Harry…" she said quietly. Harry looked at
her surprised. It struck him just then as she stared intently at the stone floor, how
utterly lovely her firey curls were, and how her cheeks had such a healthy blush to
them… She was really very beautiful… Without thinking, he gently reached out and took her
chin in his hand and leaned forward, kissing her tenderly on the lips. The kiss lasted
mere seconds, but a fire pulsed through his veins and he opened his eyes quickly to see
her reaction.
She looked stunned beyond words. "H…Harry…?"
He flushed, suddenly feeling ashamed. "Sorry…I don't know…I don't know what came
over me… Just—"
He was silenced by a gentle return of his gesture. Ginny leaned forward, and he
slid back pressing against the base of the sink wall, one of her hands on the floor and
the other gently caressing his face. Harry melted into the passionate kiss and put an
arm around her waist his fingers tangling through her hair and brushing the nape of her
neck. When they broke apart they stared at each other breathlessly.
"Thanks Gin…for everything…" he murmured and then drew her head back to his gently.
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