What Ernie offered Madame Pomfrey could not, and Hazel found herself relax at his touch, the tenderness and silence like a blanket she just wanted to wrap herself up in.
"Hi, Ernie," she manged after a moment, her words muffled in part where she'd rested her head against his chest. Withdrawing a little, a blush came unbidden and thoughtless to her cheeks, probably making her look even more feverish than before. If Michelle...