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A/N As explained in my full-length story, this will be a series of drabbles chronically the time Hermione spends getting over her injuries. It's nothing fancy, just little moments that I couldn't get out of my head. They do proceed in order though. Enjoy!

"Go on."

"No."

"You know you want to."

"No."

"Harry did."

"Well, he shouldn't have," Hermione replied with a scowl.

"You're really going to ignore a request from the heir to Winterfell and the North?" Robb asked with mock outrage, though his face quickly dissolved into a grin.

"I am not here to meet the requests of little lordlings," Hermione protested.

"Your words wound me, my lady," Robb cried, holding a hand to his chest. "Little lordling, indeed!"

Jon shook his head at his half-brother's antics. "Robb leave her be. Can't you see how much pain she's in," he pointed out, though Hermione could tell that he was hoping that she'd agree anyway.

"Oh, all right then!" Hermione relented, pulling her wand from under her pillow with a wince. She was forever wincing now – the pain in her back, hips and ribs was almost unbearable. Maester Luwin had expressed a concern for her developing too much of a reliance on milk of the poppy and had recommended only two doses a day – one at night and another first thing in the morning. That meant that the middle of the afternoon was the best time to have an intelligible conversation with her but it was also when she was at her grumpiest.

Both boys' eyes lit up at the prospect of seeing more magic.

Hermione pointed her wand at Robb. "Tarantallegra!"

Robb gave a surprised yelp and Jon moved away from his brother in alarm before bursting into laughter at the sight of Robb's feet doing a manic jig.

"That'll teach you for trying to get a witch to do what you want," Jon chortled.

Hermione's lips twitched. She knew she shouldn't find practising magic on defenceless muggles amusing but Robb had definitely had it coming.

"Maybe next time the heir to Winterfell and the North will say, 'please', yes?" Hermione suggested sweetly as beads of sweat appeared on Robb's forehead.

"Yes! Please, I'm sorry," he cried. "Please make it stop!"

"All right." Hermione tapped her wand against her chin thoughtfully. "Now, let me see if I can remember the spell to stop it," she teased.

A/N See, I told you they were short.

Next time we have Arya and Bran.

Oh and if you have any particular requests of scenes or characters you'd like to see, feel free to let me know!

Lil Drop of Magic