Harry Potter Preferences

Illnesses

Harry: You lay stiffly in bed, groaning and hurting all over. You couldn't even shift to find a comfortable position, blast it! Your head was stuffed and your nose hated you today so all you could do was suffer in silence and gasp out for air like a stupid looking goldfish. Harry peeked in at the door. He couldn't see you at first, just a mountain of blankets and pillows. He called out your name, which you responded with a sniffle. He went over and shifted the blankets. You groaned some more as he shifted you into a more comfy spot on the bed. Smoothing your hair out, he kissed your forehead. And then told you to take some meds, which made you groan even louder.

Ron: "I'm not sick," was the phrase of the day when you were concerned. Another person concerned was Ron, who glanced your way more than a few times in mild worry. Every time you coughed he would say your name softly or firmly, depending on how bad the cough was, all times slightly reprimanding. And every time you would insist that you were healthy. After a series of consecutive hacks, Ron snapped, scooped you up in one deft move and stormed down to the infirmary where he demanded Madam Pomprey to give you medication stat.

Draco: You weren't sick very often, so when you were Draco would freak out. Dragging you to the healers' or spoonfeeding (actually more like force feeding) you medicine, he did it all and wouldn't rest himself until you were alright. You found it very sweet but still there were times where you had to threaten him, saying that unless he went to sleep for at least three hours, you would go out and douse yourself in rainwater.

Fred: There were times when your depression got the best of you. Even though you hated the feeling and wanted nothing more than to rid of it, there was still nothing you could do when it struck, only lay in bed in occasional sobs about life. Fred hated these episodes as much as you did. He hated seeing you down so he would do anything in his power to help you get through the blues, even if it meant missing a whole day of class just to sit at your bedside quietly.

George: It was amazing just how much George got sick. Most of the time, it wasn't serious. Just a consistent itch in the throat or a couple of sniffles. Sometimes he despised it, sometimes he milked it to the extent, like during classes or with you. Just so you would fondle over him and he could stick to you the whole day, claiming that Madam Pomprey put you in charge of him in case he fainted or something stupid like that.

Neville: Ever since you met Neville, the two of had the most uncanny ability to fall sick at the same time. Which was weird but nice at the same time, because the two of you would get excused from classes and just spend the day peacefully at your own pace. The places where the two of you could be found alternated between the library, the common room or the empty greenhouses.

Oliver: Colds were a normal thing for you but when combine it with the pre-match anxieties and you could hardly function in classes for days. It got to the point where the teachers advised you to take a break from Quidditch, which you stubbornly but kindly refused. But the attacks didn't stop and so didn't your grades plummeting down as a result. Oliver, seeing your distress, announced himself as your therapist and helped you any way he could. You, admittedly were feeling better, even if the anxiety still gnawed insistently. All thanks to him.

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