**Cramps and Cuddles**

Harry and Hermione were sitting on the couch in their cozy little apartment, trying to relax after a long day of classes at Hogwarts. Hermione was curled up against Harry, her eyes closed as she let out a soft sigh. Harry had his arms wrapped around her, holding her close as he tried to soothe her. "What's wrong, baby girl?" Harry asked, concern etched on his face. Hermione had been complaining about cramps all day, and he could tell she was in pain. "I just want cuddles," Hermione said, her voice barely above a whisper as she clung to Harry. He tried to rub her stomach, trying to make her cramps subside. "Shh, it's okay," Harry whispered, his voice gentle. "I've got you. You're safe." Hermione snuggled deeper into Harry's chest, her hands grasping at his robes as she tried to get closer. Harry could feel her body tense up as her cramps worsened, and he knew he had to do something to help her. He gently stroked her hair, trying to distract her from the pain. "Do you want me to make you a hot water bottle or something?" he asked. Hermione shook her head, her eyes still closed. "No, I just want you," she said, her voice muffled against his chest. Harry smiled, his heart swelling with love for his girlfriend. He pulled her closer, trying to envelop her in his warmth. "I've got you, Hermione," he whispered. "I'll always take care of you." As they sat there, Harry could feel Hermione's body begin to relax. Her tension eased, and her breathing slowed. He knew she was still in pain, but with him by her side, she felt better. Just as they were starting to settle in, the doorbell rang. Harry groaned, not wanting to get up and answer it. But Hermione stirred, her eyes fluttering open. "Don't move," she said, her voice weak. "I'll get it." Harry protested, but Hermione was already trying to wriggle out of his arms. He held her close, not letting her go. "No, I've got it," he said. "You stay here and rest." With a sigh, Hermione settled back into Harry's arms. He got up, cradling her in his arms as he made his way to the door. Who could be visiting at this time of night? As Harry opened the door, he was surprised to see Ron standing there, a concerned look on his face. "Hey, mate," Ron said. "I heard Hermione wasn't feeling well. I brought some... um... stuff." Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued. What had Ron brought? And how would Hermione react to his presence?