Disclaimer: The characters belong to the divine JKR. The quote of the title was coined by some literary genius whose name escapes me at this moment.

A/N: I wrote this little bit of PWP today as I was at work with a cold and feeling pretty lousy. I stress that neither Minerva nor Hermoine are supposed to be in character or out of it, they are simply who I want them to be at this moment.Morgana-Alex

I just want a lover who'll bring be chicken soup when I'm sick.

By Morgana-Alex

I am laid up in bed with a rather bad head cold; I had been soldiering on taking my classes before Albus had insisted I was too ill to teach. Of course I had a few choice words to say about that.

But as usual they had no affect on him and before I knew what was happening I was being marched to my chambers and told to stay in bed. I did not have the strength to put up more than a token resistance.

Being idle is not something I am familiar with and so I make a very poor patient, however in this instance I did as I had been told.

I awoke with a start to a presence in my bedroom. Looking first at the clock by my bedside I realised that I must have fallen asleep at some point in the afternoon.

"Minerva I do wish you would take better care of yourself." My Lover admonished.

"My dear it is only a cold." Hermoine rolled her eyes a gesture I usually found quite arousing, today it served only to irritate me.

"Minerva you would get up to teach no matter how bad you felt wouldn't you." It was a rhetorical question and I offered her no answer.

"Hermoine if you came here simply to bait me you have had a wasted journey." I tried to raise my eyebrows in a stern look but failed miserably.

Hermoine moved to sit beside me on the bed.

"No my dear Minerva I did not come here simply to bait you. I came here because you are sick and I wanted to bring you some chicken soup." I went to speak and my fellow professor held a finger to my lips.

"But I know you well enough to know that would have been a really bad idea, so instead I just brought myself to see you and to comfort you." I felt a hundred times better at her words; my lover had taken the time out of her busy schedule to visit her sick old woman of a lover and she had take the time to remember that Chicken Soup would only make me feel worse. I vowed to repay her in kind the moment I felt well enough.

A/N: Thank-you for reading and if you have a few seconds leave a review to let me know what you thought it would cheer the heart of a woman with a cold MA .