by Lady_Gallatea_Ravenclaw
Rating: PG (Mentions of undressing and redressing)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Warning: Vomiting.

"Harry? Love? Where are you?" asked Ginny worriedly, late one Monday morning.

She was searching the whole house for her fiancÚ, Harry Potter, because she felt that something was wrong. He hadn't returned any of her owls since Saturday evening, and she felt that something was terribly wrong.

She walked upstairs, towards his bedroom, hoping to find him there. She opened the door and was shocked at the disarray she saw.

Harry's sheets and blankets were thrown and twisted hazardously all over the bed and on the floor. He had balls of tissues littering the bed, an overfilled wastebasket, and the floor. There were potion vials and Muggle medication on the nightstand, as well as glasses of water, here and there in the room.

Ginny was pushed out of her thoughts by the sound of moaning and groaning coming from Harry's bathroom.

"Oh Merlin! Harry!" exclaimed Ginny at the sight of her handsome, kind, generous, and sweet lover leaning on the toilet seat, looking as pale as a white sheet in his plaid flannel pajamas.

"Ginny?" Harry moaned weakly as he tried to stand up and attempt to look presentable.

"Oh Harry, don't worry sweetie, I'm here. Have you been this sick all weekend? Why didn't you tell me? Oh, no bother, no use crying over spilled potion until later. How are you feeling? Are you going to be sick again?" consoled Ginny as she took charge of the situation.

She grabbed a towel from the closet in the hall, wet it with hot water, and wiped up the cold sweat on Harry's face and neck. She helped Harry lean on the wall, covered him with a light blanket, and gave him a glass of water to sip. She then flushed the toilet, cleaned up the bathroom, and cleaned up the mess in his bedroom with a few waves of her wand. She also went and grabbed fresh pajamas for him to change into.

She started a bath with warm water and lightly scented soap. She helped Harry undress and helped him into his bath. He sighed as he felt the warm water soothe his aches and pains, and as the steam cleared up his sinuses. Ginny hummed a lullaby and stroked his head in a soothing manner as he soaked for 15 minutes.

When the water began to cool, she helped him get out and dried him with warm towels. She put him into his clean pajamas and helped him to bed.

After Harry was settled and asleep she sighed and climbed in next to him. At least she could be there when he woke up.

"Heh-heh-HEH-SHOOO!" sneezed Harry as he woke up from his deep slumber. He grabbed a fresh tissue from the box on his beside table and blew his stuffed and sore nose weakly.

He had been very sick the past 3 or 4 days from the flu that was going through the Quidditch Team. He played for the Chudley Cannons, and it was their unfortunate luck that during the week of the qualifying match for the World Cup, half the team had come down with the flu. The worst part was that the team members still had to play.

The good news was that the opposing team was also having their round with the flu, which put the teams on equal playing fields.

Harry was shaken out of his thoughts by a sick feeling rising inside of his stomach. He shot out of bed and headed straight for the toilet. He made it just before he began retching again. Most of it was dry heaving since he hadn't had a chance to cook or eat anything in the past few days.

He was startled as he felt a hand rubbing his back soothingly before the retching ended.

"Easy Harry. Drink this slowly. Only small sips," said a calm, sweet voice from somewhere above him.

Harry obeyed and used some of the water to clear out the bad taste in his mouth before drinking the much needed water greedily.

When he finished the water, the voice asked him if he felt well enough to go back to bed. Harry nodded and let the soft hands that accompanied Ginny's voice, guide him back to bed.

Harry laid down in relief and felt comfort as he felt the cool sheets being tucked around him.

"Harry? Can you talk to me?" asked Ginny carefully.

"Do. Doo dired... Sle-e- HAASHOO! AATCHOO! Hah-TCHOOO! Sniff! Sniff!... Sleeb bore, dalk lader Sniff! Sniff!" Harry said feebly.

Ginny patted him gently and let him go to sleep. They could talk later when he felt better.

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