Disclaimer: I don't anything to do with Harry Potter, or this idea. Inspired by a scene in the TV show How I Met Your Mother.
Lily Evans was in pain. Her head was aching, she couldn't stop shivering and she was overly nauseas.
Lily Evans was sick.
Grumbling about how she couldn't get any sleep like this, she sat up in her bed just as someone knocked on her door.
"James," Lily coughed in relief.
He gave her a sympathetic smile and said "Lily. How're you doing?"
She gave him a death glare, but it was immediately interrupted by a sneeze.
"How does it look like I'm doing?' she croaked.
He laughed and made his way over to the bed. "Not so good," he said honestly.
He climbed into bed with her, and she had just finished getting comfortable in his arms when she jumped away and nearly coughed her lungs out.
"Ouch. That doesn't look like fun."
Lily squeezed back into his arms and said "Trust me, it isn't."
"Here, let me make it better," he said, leaning into her. Lily stopped him.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he said. He leaned in again, but Lily put her hand against his mouth.
"Don't be silly James. You'll get sick too."
He looked at her for a moment, and then said "I'm willing to risk it." Then he crashed his lips to hers.
--Two Weeks Later--
James Potter was in pain. He was cold, his head ached, and he couldn't get to sleep.
James Potter was sick.
He scoured around his bed for more tissues, when his door opened.
Lily walked in holding a bowl of something steaming. He smiled a painful smile at her, and she walked over to his bedside. Placing the bowl on his dresser, she crossed her arms and looked at him.
"I told you so."
James frowned for a moment, then reversed into a grin. He grabbed her hand, and pulled her closer.
"Totally worth it."
AN: Again, taken from a scene in How I Met Your Mother.
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