The room was quiet, the soft hum of the heater filling the air. You lay bundled up on the couch, surrounded by a small fortress of tissues and a steaming cup of tea on the coffee table. Your head throbbed, your throat felt raw, and your voice was down to a pitiful croak.

Hermione Granger, ever the practical and caring friend, had taken one look at you earlier and firmly decided you needed rest. "Honestly, you should have told me you weren't feeling well sooner," Hermione said, fussing over the blanket draped across you. "Pushing through a cold like this is completely irresponsible."

You gave a weak smile, your voice rasping. "I didn't want to bother you."

She sighed, brushing an errant curl out of her face. "Bother me? That's nonsense. Taking care of you isn't a bother, it's what friends are for. And besides, I have plenty of resources to handle this sort of thing."

Hermione perched herself in the armchair nearby, pulling open a hefty book titled Practical Healing Spells for the Modern Wizard. Its gold letters gleamed on the cover as she flipped through the pages with laser-like focus.

"I've already given you a Pepperup Potion," she said, glancing at the empty vial on the table. "That should help reduce your fever. Now, I'm looking for a spell to soothe your sore throat."