"Can you stand for one second while I get an anti-nausea potion? Nod or shake your head. I need you to work with me right now" She shakes her head, slightly, if I hadn’t been watching her I would’ve missed it. I lower her back down to the floor and go to the cabinet shuffling through all the potions McGonagall had left and failed to explain. She knew I always had a knack for potions though. Must have thought I could think on my feet. I find the anti-nausea brew-a silky lavender colored potion- and pop the cork. Tilt Grangers head and pour it down her throat. Keep her head elevated so gravity can hopefully do its job and keep it down her throat. Her eyes are closed. Breathing more level than before. I let go of her and get a cloth to soak in some cold water and wipe her forehead. Too tender of an act for me to be doing with her. This should be Weasley, Potter, hell, even Longbottom over me. It’s a ridiculous sight, me hovering over her cooling her with a wet rag, her vomit still in the sink.