It's almost Halloween and my OTP is being violently murdered. Have a good evening/night/morning/day.

"Go away" were the two words she managed to say, and even then it was croaky and sore. James looked sympathetic at Lily, his girlfriend, who was wrapped on the Head's couch with a blanket, looking pale and sick. He took of his outer robes that he was using during Quidditch practise,took a look at her and sat down next to her, so the cushion she was sitting on sank. Lily opened her mouth to say something, but shut it when she coughed. She instead chose to mouth the word "I hate you" and weakly punch him in the arm.

"Ow. That really hurt." James said teasingly. Lily looked at him with venomous eyes, that weren't so as they were slightly puffy.

"You really have me there, death glare." James said, smiling. Lily stopped looking at him, and turned to face the other way. Lily leaned over and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill, writing out the words "You're the one that got me sick, Potter. You made me come outside with you in the rain."

Lily handed the note to him, and then turned and faced the other way.

"And what a delight that was, Lily." James said out loud. Lily said nothing, maybe because she didn't want to, or more likely because she couldn't. He kissed Lily on her cheek, which was unusually hot, and then stood up.

"I have to go shower. Quidditch and all." He said, walking off. He returned five minutes later, wearing loose pyjama pants and shirt the read Puddlemere United. Lily was half-laying on the couch now, and James walked over to her, before lifting her legs up and sitting down. He leaned over to kiss her, but she put a hand out.

"You're going to get sick." she said

"And I don't care." He said, moving her hand away and kissing her again. She had stale breath, and her mouth was dry. Lily was in no state to kiss, but she did anyways. They were snogging for a while, until they both pulled apart.

"You're gonna be sick." Lily repeated

"And like I said before, I don't care."

James was laying on his back now, and Lily shifted until she was squished between James and the couch, her head on his chest. An arm half wrapped around her, and the last thing she remembered was the non-sick breathing of her boyfriend next to her.

A week later, Lily smiled as she walked into the dorms from the library, seeing James cough and sneeze at the same time. She walked past him, kissed the top of his head, and muttered a "Told you" into his ear.

I'm not sure where I was going with this, but not-so-happy-Halloween to all.