AN: Okay I stole this idea from the scene in the movie Fever Pitch. Just something fluffy and sweet for you. And of course, I do not own Harry Potter or Fever Pitch. Harry belongs to JK Rowling and Fever Pitch belongs to the Farley Brothers. Okay enjoy! And of course read and review!

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Harry bounced on the balls of his feet as he stood in front of the mirror. He could feel his nerves turning into a charged bundle of energy. `Calm down, Potter. This is Hermione. You've known her since you were 11 yrs old. A simple date isn't going to kill you.'

But this wasn't just a simple date. This was their FIRST date since admitting their feelings for each other. And to him that was a big deal. So he wanted to look perfect for their first date.

Harry let his eyes sweep over his appearance. The black dress pants contrasted nicely with the deep crimson shirt he wore neatly button except for the two top bottoms.

Harry then let his gaze roam up to this hair and sighed. It was still as untamable and wild as ever. No matter what he did to it, it would never lay flat. Combing his fingers through it once more to at least make it look like he'd attempted to do something with it Harry sighed again.

“I can do this,” he said to himself aloud. He was suddenly glad that Ron had gone out with Luna that day because he knew he'd catch the mickey from Ron if he knew Harry had been talking to himself in front of his mirror.

Checking the time Harry hurriedly made his way out of the flat that he shared with Ron and proceeded out into muggle London towards Hermione's flat. Since she lived in a muggle flat building, apparating in was not a good idea. So Harry always walked when he went to visit her.

Now however he was using his walk to calm his nerves and give him the courage to go through with this. When he reached the building that housed Hermione's flat among many others, Harry realized that he forgot to stop to buy her any flowers like had planned to.

Silently cursing himself, he looked around to see if there was a flower shop anywhere on the street when he noticed a vendor selling flowers near the corner. Making his way over Harry examined the flowers that the vendor had for sale. He had everything from roses with a hint of baby's breath, to lilies to beautiful deep purple flowers that he had no idea of what they were.

After a few minutes Harry decided to purchase the roses, since he knew they were Hermione's favorite flower. Digging in his pockets he pulled out the muggle money he usually carried with him and paid the vendor. Turning back to walk to Hermione's flat Harry started to feel the butterflies flutter in his stomach again.

`Calm down Potter, this is just Hermione,' he thought to himself as he stepped into the foyer of Hermione's flat building. Just as he was about to make his way to the elevators to go up to the sixth floor where her flat was the sign on the doors of one of them caught his attention. “Out of Order,” he read aloud. “Great,” he mumbled turning and making his way to the stairs instead.

Gripping the flowers tightly in his hand Harry slowly climbed the half dozen flights of stairs to reach the floor that Hermione's flat was on. Climbing up the last step, Harry made his way down the hall until he reached her flat door. As he raised his hand to knock he thought he heard what sounded like someone moaning. “Hermione?” he called softly after he rang her buzzer instead of knocking.

This time he heard a muffled curse and then the door slowly opened to reveal Hermione. When he saw her Harry instantly knew something was wrong. She was hunched over and her face was as pale as a sheet. Heavy circles under her eyes told him that she hadn't slept at all probably since the previous night. And her eyes were blood-shot. `Not good,' he thought.

“Hermione are you alright?” he asked, but knowing that in fact, she was not.

“Oh god, Harry I'm so sorry. I'm sick, we ate at a new place today and I think…” but whatever she thought she didn't get to tell him as she quickly covered her mouth with her hand and dashed to the bathroom.

The sounds of her retching reached Harry's ears and he felt both his stomach and his heart flip. “Hermione?” Harry called as he stepped cautiously into her flat. The only answer he received was more retching sounds.

Stepping closer to the partly open bathroom door Harry called softly, “Hermione? Are you alright?” Still no answer. Setting the flowers he had bought down on the counter, he slid the door open and the sight of Hermione bent over the toilet broke his heart.

She looked so miserable and weak that all he wanted to do was hold her and make her feel better. Making his way over to her he knelt next her pulling her hair away from her facing where it was sticking to her. He could see the beads of sweat on her forehead and was instantly worried about a fever.

“Hey, it's alright, I'm here,” he whispered softly. When he was sure that she was done he helped her stand and draped one of her arms over his shoulder and wrapped one of his arms around her waist. “I'm gonna help you into bed. Alright?” he asked gently. Hermione simply nodded, too out of it to care.

Looking around the bathroom for something she could use as a bucket just in case he spotted her hamper, which was actually a cloth bag set inside a spiral metal frame with wheels on the bottom. Grabbing it Harry led Hermione into her bedroom while wheeling the hamper next to him.

“Okay I'm gonna set you down here,” he told her, letting her go. Grabbing one of her pillows, he gently lifted her head up and placed the pillow under her head. “There you go. Okay, now where are your night gowns?” he asked turning slightly pink.

“In the top drawer, over there,” Hermione said weakly pointing to a chest of drawers to the right of the bed. “Okay,” Harry said opening the top drawer and pulling out a baby pink nightgown. “Okay I'm gonna help you into this. I promise I won't look,” He said as he took both her arms and draped them on his shoulders to help her stand. Once she was standing he grasped the bottom of her dress that she had been wearing and lifted it over her head. “Okay I looked,” he said, trying to lighten the mood a little. Hermione let out a little chuckle.

“Alright let's get you into this,” Harry said holding up the nightgown. Slipping the nightgown over her head Harry helped her get her arms into the sleeves and then picked her up and placed her in bed, pulling the covers up under her chin. “I'll be right here when you wake up, okay?” he whispered softly.

Hermione nodded sleepily and let her eyes drift closed. Once he was sure that she was asleep Harry made his way into the bathroom. “Might as well clean this up,” he said to himself. Instead of using magic he decided to do it the muggle way. So he looked around until he found a bucket and some bleach. Then he found a pair of gloves which he slipped onto his hands. Plucking a sponge from a drawer Harry set to work cleaning the floor around the toilet and the bowl itself.

Once he was finished he got rid of the contents of the bucket and put the gloves in the trash. “At least that's done,” he said to himself. Deciding to go check on Hermione he saw her still sleeping peacefully and smiled.

He thought she never looked more beautiful than she did right then, sleeping peacefully with Crookshanks sleeping next to her. Deciding to go out for a few minutes and get Hermione some soup and juice Harry headed out to the little store down the street from her flat.

After leaving the store Harry decided to stop at the video store and see what movies they had just in case Hermione might wake up in the middle of the night. Choosing a couple of movies he knew she liked he headed back to her flat. When he checked in on her he was pleased to see that she was still sleeping. Not wanting to disturb her, he went back out into the kitchen and put away the few groceries he had bought and then decided to bring Hermione a juice in case she wanted it. Sticking a bendy straw in the bottle of juice he brought it into her room and saw her lying half-awake. “Hey I got you some juice, drink it when you feel like you can okay?” he said brushing some of her hair out of her face.

Hermione gave him a little smile before drifting back off to sleep. The next time Hermione woke she finally felt her stomach was settle enough for her to get up and take a nice hot bath. Gathering some clean clothes and her favorite bathrobe Hermione made her way into the bathroom and drew her bath, adding her favorite rose scented bath bubbles to the water. Once the tub was filled she slipped over her nightgown and lowered herself into the tub relaxing as the hot water engulfed her.

She stayed in the tub until the water got cold and got out. After drying herself off and slipping into her bathrobe Hermione stepped out of the bathroom into her living room to see Harry sound to sleep on her couch with Crookshanks curled up on his chest also asleep. Seeming to sense her presence Crookshanks looked up and saw her before leaping off of Harry's chest onto the floor. The slight movement was enough to wake Harry from his slumber.

Sitting up he spotted Hermione and smiled. “Hey how are you?” he asked. “Well I won't be entering any pie eating contests anytime soon,” she said with a laugh. Harry laughed also as he stood picking up the bag of videos.

“What's that?” Hermione asked pointing to the videos. “Oh this?” Harry said holding up the videos. “Just some videos I picked up into case you woke up in the middle of the night.” He saw Hermione blush slightly and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her. “I'm glad you're okay,” he whispered kissing her cheek softly. “Oh Harry I'm fine, it was just a bit of food poisoning,” she said laying her head on his chest.

“Yea, but still I don't like to see you in any kind of pain,” he said holding her close. Hermione smiled at that. “You didn't have to stay you know,” she said after a few minutes. “I know but I wanted too,” Harry told her.

“Why?”

“Because I wanted too. And because I love you and wanted to take care of you while you were sick. I want to take care of you always Mione. I love you so much,” Harry whispered, kissing her forehead.

“Oh Harry, I love you too,” Hermione whispered back and they stayed like that for a long while, just holding each other content with the others company as the world moved about around them without a care.