Hey guys, it's Sarah! Wow, I'm taking my first stab at fan fiction, and what isn't a better way to start off then with one of my favorite pairings, Hermione/Percy! Please be nice, as this is my first piece of fan fiction, and I'm not too confident in my writing. So please enjoy the story, and reviews are always welcome!

Note: This may possibly be considered AU because Hermione is in like, her fifth or sixth year (you choose, I don't care) and Percy is in his seventh. It just fit's the story better this way, so yea, deal with it. Also, Hermione and Percy have been going out for a few months, so it's all good.

Summary: After some long hours of studying in the library, Hermione notices that something is wrong with Percy. She proceeds to try and find out what it is, but can a little case of the sniffles really be as innocent as it sounds? Fluffy goodness inside. Also contains one very poor sick Percy, and a Caring! Hermione.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. As much as I wish I did, JK Rowling (that wonderful genius) came up with it first. How? I obviously don't know, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here writing my own sad little stories, trying to pass myself off as a writer.

On with the story!

Chapter One

She knew something was wrong the minute she had sat down. Sneaking little glances across the table at him, she tried to read his subtle signs to see if there was a hidden message. He looked slightly worried, occasionally chewing his bottom lip (which Hermione didn't mind in the least, in fact, she thought it made him look very cute) he would sigh and furrow his brow, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. She tried to look for other signs, other things which would give her a clue as to what was bothering him, but she hadn't the faintest idea.

Knowing he didn't want to be interrupted, she proceeded to continue copying her History of Magic notes. She had only gotten through another line or two when she heard him sigh again. She bit back the urge to speak, knowing that the forbidding outline of Madam Pince lurked in the shadows, silently waiting to find anyone disrupting the calm silence of her library and deduct points. She began to take notes again, glancing up at him from time to time yet again until finally he leaned back against his chair and sighed deeply, closing his eyes in what appeared to be relief.

Not being able to stand it any longer, she ripped of a piece of spare parchment from her notes, and wrote 'Perce, what's up?'

She slid it over to him, coughing slightly to get him to glance her way. When that proved ineffective, she slid her leg next to his and gently rubbed it.

This gained the desired effect, and he jumped, quickly looking at her with a questioning look and a growing blush on his face. She slid the parchment over to him, and mouthed "Read it."

He took it in his hand, and understanding spread through his face. He grabbed his quill and scribbled back, 'Nothing, what makes you think something's wrong?

He handed her back the parchment, and she took it. She read it, and almost snorted indignantly. She knew him a little better than that! She took the quill out of his hand and wrote her response under his. 'Your not fooling me Percieval Weasley. We've not been going out for 3 months for nothing. You tell me what's wrong this instant, or I'll tell your mother.'

Upon reading this, Percy sighed and looked at Hermione, a pleading expression on his face. He sighed yet again, and took the parchment. Looking resigned, he wrote 'I haven't been feeling that well lately.'

Hermione took it, and looked surprise when she had read what he wrote. She immediately became concerned, and reached out a hand to his forehead. He was burning up! She gathered up their books, put their parchment into their bag, grabbed his hand, and proceeded to drag him out into the hallway.

Once they were out there, she dragged him over to a secluded corner, and proceeded to question him.

"Percy! Why didn't you say something before when you weren't feeling well? You should be in bed right now getting rest, not out here studying. You're so much more prone to illnesses in the cold. You are going to bed right now, or I'll tell Ron!"

Percy sighed, taking off his glasses once more, and tried to avoid looking at Hermione. Instead, he focused on the gently falling snowflakes outside of the nearby window. "Herm, I didn't want you to worry like I knew you would. It's not that bad, really. Just a headache and my sinuses acting up. Nothing serious, I promise. I'll get some sleep later tonight."

There were only a few things in this world that could instantly capture Hermione's heart. The first one being sick or injured men, and the second being men with glasses. Right now, Percy was proving to be a lethal combination. She couldn't help but forgive him.

"I'm sorry Percy, I guess your right. It's just that I'm worried about you. You know I really care for you and I don't want anything to happen to you."

At this, Percy chuckled, "Don't worry Hermione, I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself. But thanks for your concern Mum."

He playfully swatted her, and she giggled in return.

"Don't go pushing it now, or you'll find yourself in bed with a box of tissues and a bowl of chicken noodle soup."

Truthfully, nothing had ever sounded so inviting as that right now, but he wasn't about to tell that to Hermione. He really did feel absolutely horrible. His nose was constantly runny, his eyes itched, his throat hurt, his whole body ached, and he had an absolutely throbbing headache. But through his cleverly cast glamour and silencing charms, he looked and sounded right as rain to Hermione. He didn't want her to worry, he was sure a little bit of sleep was all he needed and he'd be fine. There was nothing to worry about.

"Alright, I guess. Let's head up to dinner. Goodness knows that Harry and Ron are wondering about us. They already say I study to much, now with you as my boyfriend, they're worried that studying is all I'm going to do!"

Hermione laughed, and Percy managed a weak chuckle. Together, they made their way to the Great Hall where they took a seat next to Ron and Harry who proceeded to engage them in a conversation about today's Potion's class and what a 'right snarky git' Snape could be.

Percy only listen on, not really feeling up to joining to conversation, knowing that if he had it would only involve scolding them for insulting teachers and threatening to assert his authority as Head Boy and take house points. Instead, he sat quietly, pushing food around his plate until he stood up, excusing himself by saying he had some unfinished studying for his N.E.W.T.S to get around to. Being Percy, no one really questioned this, but he did receive a accusing glare from Hermione. Not wanting to leave the conversation between the trio, Hermione stayed seated, but sent a sympathetic glance towards Percy as he made his way out of the Great Hall and to his Head Boy dormitory.

As he came to his dorm, his took a quick glance in the mirror. Slowly, he pulled his wand from his robes and removed the charms. As they came down, he saw that he looked just about as bad as he felt. There were bags under his eyes, and his nose was bright red from constant rubbing. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had a slight flush across his freckled cheeks. He sighed, taking off the tricky silencing charms he had placed on himself which silenced any coughs or sneezes he might have, and also making his voice appear normal instead of scratchy or congested.

He tested his voice out real quick, being unable to hold in a cough. He found out that his cough consisted of a few pathetic squeaks, and then proceeded to fall into a full out coughing out fit. After it had subsided, he quickly glanced around the room and feeling quite stupid tried testing out his voice.

Feeling quite dumb he coughed out, "I r-really do look like s-shit…"

He pretty much sounded just like he felt, and he winced at how scratchy his voice was. As he reached his bed, he slowly changed into his pajamas, pulling an extra Weasely Sweater on as he felt a little chilly, and slowly climbed into bed. He groaned as his aching limbs finally found some relief on the soft mattress, and finally fell into an unfit full sleep after a very long day.

Poor Percy! Finally, done with the first chapter! Remember, review review REVIEW! Much Luv, Sarah