Harry Potter: Draco/Harry fic
Author: unavoidedcrisis
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Prompt: Sick
Rating: PG 13, for language
Summary: Draco is sick and Harry has to take care of him.
“Fuck you, Potter, I’m not seven years old, don’t baby me,” Draco complained.
Harry grumbled and set the tray on the nightstand. “I only thought you might want some soup, you silly arse. You haven’t eaten in two days.”
Draco rolled his eyes and pulled the dark blankets closer around his chin.
“You might be twenty-seven, but you’re acting like a child,” Harry went on. “You have pneumonia, not the Black Death.”
Draco stuck his tongue out, the picture of immaturity, but the image was ruined when he started to cough. Harry pulled him up, sitting him straight so he could catch his breath easier.
“Ugh…” Draco sighed when the coughing subsided. “My throat is killing me. Can I have some more of the Easy-Swallowing Potion?”
Harry frowned. “You’ve already had too much today. I’ll give you some more before you go to sleep, but you can’t have any more until then.” Harry smoothed out Draco’s hair and kissed his cheek. “At least your fever has come down.”
Draco nodded, for once not arguing about his medicine. He was too tired to complain and he couldn’t very well jump up and get the potion himself. Draco didn’t ever feel like sitting up. He just felt like lying in his warm bed and having Harry take care of him. He shut his eyes.
It felt like he was only asleep for a few seconds before Harry was poking him in the shoulder. “Draco…”
Draco was lying on a block of ice. He was shivering and his skin was damp and clammy. Harry stared down at him, looking concerned and upset. Draco tried to sit up, but Harry was pressing him back into the bed.
“Stay still,” he ordered. “Draco, I’m going to try a spell on you. It was in that book the Healer left. It should bring down the fever.”
Draco was only partially aware of the indigo light that flushed over him, but a few seconds later he felt the weight that had been pressing down on him lift. He could breathe easier and he wasn’t shivering as much.
Harry paused in the doorway. Draco would feel better in the morning, he told himself, and he shut the door.
The End
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Prompt: Sick
Rating: PG 13, for language
Summary: Draco is sick and Harry has to take care of him.
“Fuck you, Potter, I’m not seven years old, don’t baby me,” Draco complained.
Harry grumbled and set the tray on the nightstand. “I only thought you might want some soup, you silly arse. You haven’t eaten in two days.”
Draco rolled his eyes and pulled the dark blankets closer around his chin.
“You might be twenty-seven, but you’re acting like a child,” Harry went on. “You have pneumonia, not the Black Death.”
Draco stuck his tongue out, the picture of immaturity, but the image was ruined when he started to cough. Harry pulled him up, sitting him straight so he could catch his breath easier.
“Ugh…” Draco sighed when the coughing subsided. “My throat is killing me. Can I have some more of the Easy-Swallowing Potion?”
Harry frowned. “You’ve already had too much today. I’ll give you some more before you go to sleep, but you can’t have any more until then.” Harry smoothed out Draco’s hair and kissed his cheek. “At least your fever has come down.”
Draco nodded, for once not arguing about his medicine. He was too tired to complain and he couldn’t very well jump up and get the potion himself. Draco didn’t ever feel like sitting up. He just felt like lying in his warm bed and having Harry take care of him. He shut his eyes.
It felt like he was only asleep for a few seconds before Harry was poking him in the shoulder. “Draco…”
Draco was lying on a block of ice. He was shivering and his skin was damp and clammy. Harry stared down at him, looking concerned and upset. Draco tried to sit up, but Harry was pressing him back into the bed.
“Stay still,” he ordered. “Draco, I’m going to try a spell on you. It was in that book the Healer left. It should bring down the fever.”
Draco was only partially aware of the indigo light that flushed over him, but a few seconds later he felt the weight that had been pressing down on him lift. He could breathe easier and he wasn’t shivering as much.
Harry paused in the doorway. Draco would feel better in the morning, he told himself, and he shut the door.
The End
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