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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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4
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1,998
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10
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Honey
A/N: Yes, this was a bit late. I typed this in my school’s library :P Had two hours before class… Not that I skipped class o-o
Thank you for the reviews!
It’s so cold here in SoCal… It rained… a lot of water. Now, it’s freezing. I’m not used to the coldness… ;( For those that know how California is, you know how weird the weather can get here.
Warnings: Chocolate. Hot chocolate :D Sick!Harry, Caring!Draco.
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16 December 2008
On the fourth day of Christmas…
Draco Malfoy was enjoying a nice, hot cup of chocolate when the front door to the house slammed shut. Draco calmly took another sip of the delicious drink before setting his cup down in front of him. He had made another cup, just for Harry, but his lover wasn’t back yet… until now.
“Slam the door any harder, love, the house will fall apart,” Draco called out.
He smirked when he heard the sound of boots being dropped onto the ground unceremoniously, and then the unmistakable thuds of Harry’s heavy footsteps. Draco didn’t even need to turn around to know that his boyfriend was now in the living room. There was a faint pulse of magic in the room; it would only happen if Harry was either upset or angry.
Malfoy turned around and was surprised to find Harry pouting, not scowling. The full pout melted Draco’s heart and he waved the shorter man over. Harry sniffed; his nose suspiciously red. Once Harry was within reach, Draco grabbed the brunet’s icy cold hands and pulled him to the couch. Harry sat down like a sack of potatoes and leaned on Draco’s shoulder. The blond frowned and placed a hand on Harry’s forehead. It felt kind of warm, like he was having a fever.
“Harry! Your hands are like ice! Didn’t you put on mittens?” Draco asked worriedly. “Your head feels warm as well… and you’re shivering.”
“I didn’t know it would be that cold! It wasn’t even snowing when I went out,” Harry whined; he did another sniff. “I think… I think my nose is stuffed up.” Harry then rubbed his face on Draco’s chest. “My fingers are numb, my toes feel like they’re about to fall off, and… and I don’t feel good.” Harry then held Draco like a teddy bear. “I shouldn’t have gone out. I had a headache this morning… I suspected I was coming down with something…”
“It’s evening now and I did say it could wait, but no, you said you must go out and buy more honey. Why do we need more honey?” Draco patted Harry’s hair. Even that was cold. “Where is the honey anyway?”
“I sent the jar to the kitchen before I came in here, and I like to use honey if I make tea,” Harry told his boyfriend. “The first thing I smelt when I came in the house was chocolate… Did you make me a cup?” Harry looked at Draco hopefully.
“Oh! Yeah… Uh…” Draco fumbled for his wand with his left hand, the one that wasn’t patting Harry’s head. “It’s probably cold now… I’ll warm it up for you.” Draco took hold of his wand and pointed it at the cup that was for Harry. With a flick, steam started to drift upward from the cup. “There.”
“Thank you… You’re so sweet,” Harry smiled, “probably more than the hot chocolate.” Harry was still smiling until he started coughing.
Draco winced. “Harry, I think you’re sick…” He snapped his fingers and a box of tissues appeared in front of them. He took a piece and handed it to Harry. “Blow your nose; don’t even think about using my jumper as a tissue.”
Harry inhaled deeply; his nose made a snorting noise and Draco curled his lips in disgust. Harry paid no attention to Draco’s facial expressions and blew his nose, hard. He wiped his nose afterwards and Draco could see now that Harry’s nose was beet red.
“Stop. Don’t rub your nose with the tissue. Your skin is getting irritated.”
“Wab? I dink I nid more,” Harry said; he was all nasally now. “Blowing my nose makes it worse. Merlin, I haid colds; I can’t dalk like dis.” Harry whimpered and grabbed another tissue. He blew into that one as well. “Draco… Make me hondy lemon tea, please.” Harry then tossed his two used up tissues onto the table.
Draco glared at the offending wads with abhorrence. He would have to cast a disinfecting charm on the table later.
Or maybe the whole living room.
“Honey lemon tea?” Draco asked; Harry nodded miserably. “Alright. Why don’t you lie down while I make it?”
“Hmm… Okay…” Harry wriggled his nose. “Still stuffy…” Harry smiled tiredly at his boyfriend and was about to lean in to kiss Draco, but the latter moved away. “Draco?”
“It wouldn’t help if we’re both sick, love. I think we should refrain from touching each other until you’re better.” Draco stood up and bent down to kiss the top of Harry’s head. “Rest, Harry.”
Harry reluctantly lay down on the sofa. He turned to his side and closed his eyes. Draco accio’d a blanket and draped it over his sick boyfriend.
“I hate winter,” Harry complained. “I hate being sick.”
Draco chuckled. “You’ll be better soon; I’ll go make the cup of tea now.”
Harry grunted and Draco left him to make the tea.
HPDMHPDM
By the time Draco came back with a fresh cup of honey lemon tea, Harry was asleep. Draco sighed and set the cup down onto the coffee table. Harry was shivering slightly under the blanket and there were sweat beads on Harry’s forehead.
As Draco tugged the blanket down, he found two more wads of tissues in Harry’s fist. Draco let out a breath through his nostrils and pried the brunet’s fingers open. Draco plucked the dirty wads away and tossed them to the coffee table, to join the other two that were there earlier.
“Well, that’s nice. Second work-free day and I have to spend one fourth of it taking care of you,” Draco said to himself. He carded his fingers through Harry’s wet hair. “And all you left for me as thanks are four wads of snot-filled tissues.”
Harry groaned and shuffled closer to the edge of the sofa. Draco stopped moving his hand and stood up.
“You owe me big, Potter.” With that, Draco carried Harry away.
… four wad-up tissues.
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A/N: Awww! Isn’t Draco a sweetheart? :D –gets ready to take more pictures-
Draco: You!
Me: O.O
Draco: I told you to stay in your room! –grabs my arm-
Me: Nooo! –flails around- HARRYYYY! –cries-
Harry: -sighs- … DRACO!
Draco: Shit. –pushes me into a room-
Me: -evil grin-
Thank you for the reviews!
It’s so cold here in SoCal… It rained… a lot of water. Now, it’s freezing. I’m not used to the coldness… ;( For those that know how California is, you know how weird the weather can get here.
Warnings: Chocolate. Hot chocolate :D Sick!Harry, Caring!Draco.
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16 December 2008
On the fourth day of Christmas…
Draco Malfoy was enjoying a nice, hot cup of chocolate when the front door to the house slammed shut. Draco calmly took another sip of the delicious drink before setting his cup down in front of him. He had made another cup, just for Harry, but his lover wasn’t back yet… until now.
“Slam the door any harder, love, the house will fall apart,” Draco called out.
He smirked when he heard the sound of boots being dropped onto the ground unceremoniously, and then the unmistakable thuds of Harry’s heavy footsteps. Draco didn’t even need to turn around to know that his boyfriend was now in the living room. There was a faint pulse of magic in the room; it would only happen if Harry was either upset or angry.
Malfoy turned around and was surprised to find Harry pouting, not scowling. The full pout melted Draco’s heart and he waved the shorter man over. Harry sniffed; his nose suspiciously red. Once Harry was within reach, Draco grabbed the brunet’s icy cold hands and pulled him to the couch. Harry sat down like a sack of potatoes and leaned on Draco’s shoulder. The blond frowned and placed a hand on Harry’s forehead. It felt kind of warm, like he was having a fever.
“Harry! Your hands are like ice! Didn’t you put on mittens?” Draco asked worriedly. “Your head feels warm as well… and you’re shivering.”
“I didn’t know it would be that cold! It wasn’t even snowing when I went out,” Harry whined; he did another sniff. “I think… I think my nose is stuffed up.” Harry then rubbed his face on Draco’s chest. “My fingers are numb, my toes feel like they’re about to fall off, and… and I don’t feel good.” Harry then held Draco like a teddy bear. “I shouldn’t have gone out. I had a headache this morning… I suspected I was coming down with something…”
“It’s evening now and I did say it could wait, but no, you said you must go out and buy more honey. Why do we need more honey?” Draco patted Harry’s hair. Even that was cold. “Where is the honey anyway?”
“I sent the jar to the kitchen before I came in here, and I like to use honey if I make tea,” Harry told his boyfriend. “The first thing I smelt when I came in the house was chocolate… Did you make me a cup?” Harry looked at Draco hopefully.
“Oh! Yeah… Uh…” Draco fumbled for his wand with his left hand, the one that wasn’t patting Harry’s head. “It’s probably cold now… I’ll warm it up for you.” Draco took hold of his wand and pointed it at the cup that was for Harry. With a flick, steam started to drift upward from the cup. “There.”
“Thank you… You’re so sweet,” Harry smiled, “probably more than the hot chocolate.” Harry was still smiling until he started coughing.
Draco winced. “Harry, I think you’re sick…” He snapped his fingers and a box of tissues appeared in front of them. He took a piece and handed it to Harry. “Blow your nose; don’t even think about using my jumper as a tissue.”
Harry inhaled deeply; his nose made a snorting noise and Draco curled his lips in disgust. Harry paid no attention to Draco’s facial expressions and blew his nose, hard. He wiped his nose afterwards and Draco could see now that Harry’s nose was beet red.
“Stop. Don’t rub your nose with the tissue. Your skin is getting irritated.”
“Wab? I dink I nid more,” Harry said; he was all nasally now. “Blowing my nose makes it worse. Merlin, I haid colds; I can’t dalk like dis.” Harry whimpered and grabbed another tissue. He blew into that one as well. “Draco… Make me hondy lemon tea, please.” Harry then tossed his two used up tissues onto the table.
Draco glared at the offending wads with abhorrence. He would have to cast a disinfecting charm on the table later.
Or maybe the whole living room.
“Honey lemon tea?” Draco asked; Harry nodded miserably. “Alright. Why don’t you lie down while I make it?”
“Hmm… Okay…” Harry wriggled his nose. “Still stuffy…” Harry smiled tiredly at his boyfriend and was about to lean in to kiss Draco, but the latter moved away. “Draco?”
“It wouldn’t help if we’re both sick, love. I think we should refrain from touching each other until you’re better.” Draco stood up and bent down to kiss the top of Harry’s head. “Rest, Harry.”
Harry reluctantly lay down on the sofa. He turned to his side and closed his eyes. Draco accio’d a blanket and draped it over his sick boyfriend.
“I hate winter,” Harry complained. “I hate being sick.”
Draco chuckled. “You’ll be better soon; I’ll go make the cup of tea now.”
Harry grunted and Draco left him to make the tea.
HPDMHPDM
By the time Draco came back with a fresh cup of honey lemon tea, Harry was asleep. Draco sighed and set the cup down onto the coffee table. Harry was shivering slightly under the blanket and there were sweat beads on Harry’s forehead.
As Draco tugged the blanket down, he found two more wads of tissues in Harry’s fist. Draco let out a breath through his nostrils and pried the brunet’s fingers open. Draco plucked the dirty wads away and tossed them to the coffee table, to join the other two that were there earlier.
“Well, that’s nice. Second work-free day and I have to spend one fourth of it taking care of you,” Draco said to himself. He carded his fingers through Harry’s wet hair. “And all you left for me as thanks are four wads of snot-filled tissues.”
Harry groaned and shuffled closer to the edge of the sofa. Draco stopped moving his hand and stood up.
“You owe me big, Potter.” With that, Draco carried Harry away.
… four wad-up tissues.
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A/N: Awww! Isn’t Draco a sweetheart? :D –gets ready to take more pictures-
Draco: You!
Me: O.O
Draco: I told you to stay in your room! –grabs my arm-
Me: Nooo! –flails around- HARRYYYY! –cries-
Harry: -sighs- … DRACO!
Draco: Shit. –pushes me into a room-
Me: -evil grin-