Sick

Sick

On a cold, raining Monday afternoon in late October, Harry Potter was stuck in bed with a stuffed up nose, a bad wheezing cough, and - not to mention - a burning headache. He was lying in the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey had just given him some nasty tasting medicine (which of course, he spit out after she left) and told him he needed lots of sleep.

But Harry wasn't tired, despite the fact that he was sick. In fact, he felt very much awake. He was bored stiff, and wanted nothing more than to go out and play Quidditch, especially after his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, had come in to visit him, telling him all about their day.

"Practice was quite a rush, Harry!" Ron was saying. "We had a little run-in with the Slytherin team on the way to the Quidditch field and they wanted to scrimmage. We beat their bloody arses!"

"Professor McGonagall showed us how to turn a human into a mouse," Hermione added. "She needed a demonstrator and used Malfoy!" Hermione beamed at this, while Harry scowled at her, but neither of them noticed.

If Harry wasn't totally in love with Draco Malfoy, he might have found this amusing. But Harry and Malfoy had secretly been dating for the past year. Everybody else, however, still thought they were arch rivals.

Thinking about Malfoy made Harry wonder where the hell he was. Didn't he know Harry was sick and not feeling well?

"Oh, Harry...I almost forgot that I have your homework for the classes you missed today." Hermione handed him a heavy stack of papers and a few textbooks. "I made you a list of the assignments. Professor Snape gave us a lot, but well...you know Snape."

Harry grumbled a reply. "Gee, thanks 'Mione. I knew I can always count on you."

Hermione sighed. "You know I'm just trying to help you keep your grades up."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm sorry, Hermione. It's just that I'm in a bad mood today..."

"As if we couldn't tell!" said Ron. Hermione shot him a look.

The three sat in silence for a few minutes. Then Hermione stood up. "Well, I've got a lot of homework to do, Harry...and so does Ron." She gave Ron another look. Ron just shrugged. "So we'll see you again tomorrow. Hopefully you'll get better by then."

"Yeah, mate. See you," added Ron. He gave Harry a small wave and the two walked out of the Hospital Wing.

"Hey, Hermione?" Harry called after them. Hermione turned and looked at him.

"What?" she asked.

"Have you seen Dra...er...Malfoy at all today?" He suddenly felt embarrassed, so he blushed a bright shade of red.

Hermione looked curiously at him. "Of course, Harry...he's in our classes. Why?"

Harry shrugged. "Just curious."

"You must really be sick, mate," Ron said.

Harry blushed harder. "Er...nevermind. It's just well, see you..." Harry laid down on the bed and turned his back on them, pretending to fall asleep.

"C'mon, 'Mione," he heard Ron say. The sound of footsteps told Harry they were gone.

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A few hours later, Harry was alone again and was still wide awake. It was nighttime and dinner in the Great Hall must have been over by now. He was waiting for Draco to show up. That's when he heard the familiar voice of the person he loved.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Potter sick in bed?" Harry turned around and found himself staring at a smirking Draco Malfoy.

"It's about bloody time, you big prat," said Harry, grinning.

Malfoy was standing up straight a few feet away from the bed. He glided over and sat down on it next to Harry. Harry sat up and kissed him.

"Mmmm...better watch it or I'll get Potter germs," Draco mumbled through the kiss.

"You can bet on it," Harry replied, smirking. He gently bit Draco's lip and Draco moaned.

Harry was coughing loudly by the time they pulled away from the kiss. "Watch yourself there, Potter," Draco warned gently. Draco turned to the nightstand where he found a glass of water for Harry. He picked up the glass and handed it to Harry. Harry began to drink it.

"I've got a little surprise for you," Draco suddenly told him with a grin. Harry stared at him.

"What is it?"

Draco dug his hand into his robe pocket and began rummaging around for something. He finally pulled out a chocolate frog and a card.

"It's a get-well card," Draco informed him.

"Awww, Dray, that's so sweet!" Harry exclaimed in a mocking tone. He smirked and Draco punched him playfully in the arm.

Harry giggled like a schoolgirl as he took the card and chocolate frog from Draco. Harry opened the get-well card and began to read it aloud.

To my one-and-only love (a.k.a. Harry):

Get well soon! The sooner you do, the sooner we can have sex. And until then, the chocolate frog is to remind you of how sweet I am.

Love,

Draco

Harry sniggered. "That's the sappiest piece of shit I ever read," he said. Draco glared at him. "But I like it," he added quickly. He grinned at Draco and Draco was now grinning back.

"I knew you'd like it, Potter."

"Especially the sex part," added Harry. "I can't wait to get better!"

With that said, Harry and Draco finally broke into a long, everlasting snog fest which lasted practically all night, until of course when Madam Pomfrey kicked Draco out early the next morning.

~~FIN~~