Sneezing, Silly ManWord count:
The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
Written for dracoharry100
's current challenge, sneeze
Sorry, I can’t meet you later. I’ve got some horrible bug – I’m all sneezy and gross. I’ll see you in a few days, I guess.
Draco dropped the letter and called for his house-elf. When Flopsy appeared he gave rapid orders, voice calm, though an anxious frown had formed between his brows. “Take chicken soup, tea, and water on a tray to Harry Potter’s flat. I’ll bring him Pepper-up and a headache potion and we’ll see how he’s feeling after that.”
Draco didn’t wait: he just stepped into the Floo and demanded it take him to Harry.
His boyfriend was lying on the sofa under a duvet, eyes and nose red, sick and sneezy. Draco hadn’t known his heart could do that.
“Draco?” Harry said blearily. “Didn’t you get my letter?”
“I’m here to look after you, silly man.”
Draco’s heart broke at Harry’s look of surprise, and he vowed anew to hunt down those Dursleys. He went and sat on the arm of the sofa by Harry’s head, stroking back his sweaty hair.
“Don’t,” Harry mumbled. “You’ll catch it.”
“Then you’ll take care of me. It’s what people do for each other, when they’re in love.”