Draco Malfoy Imagines

Pretty Sure You're Sick

Pairing - Draco Malfoy x Reader
This is a request from the amazing @hottmalfoy
Request - I think you should do one where Draco is sick and Y/N is like taking care of him the whole day and Draco is super clingy and cuddly
Warnings - None
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"Hey have you guys seen Draco?" you ask, setting your stuff down in the common room. You noticed he wasn't at breakfast, and wanted to make sure he was okay. He never missed getting up on Saturdays to head to Hogsmeade with you.

"Oh, he's in his room," Blaise replies, closing his book. You furrow your brows.

"Oh thanks," you say, before heading up to the prefect's bedrooms. You open the door without knocking to see Draco struggling with his tie. You furrow your brows. He usually didn't wear his uniform on the weekends.

"Hey babes... um... whatcha doing?" you ask, going over to help him with his tie. As you adjust it, he frowns.

"What are you doing?! We have class!!" he exclaims, lazily swatting your hands away, as he fixes the tie himself. You raise a brow with a scoff.

"Dray, it's Saturday. Weren't we going to go to Hogsmeade?" you ask, going over and sitting on the edge of his bed. Draco shakes his head, stumbling towards the nightstand.

"Draco are you hungover!?" you seethe, and he shakes his head.

"Just a litt - " his sentence is cut off by a fit of coughs. You huff.

"Draco!! You're sick!" you cry, getting up from the bed, and going to touch his forehead.

"No Y/n! I'm fine!" he exclaims, his voice nasally, as he tries to swat your hands away.

"Draco!! Stop that, you're being a child, let me feel your forehead!" you order, finally swatting his hands away. You cup his face with one hand, putting the back of your other hand to his forehead.

"Baby, you're burning up. Here, you gotta lie down," you pout, taking hsi hands and helping him over to the bed.

"Stop that!! I'm fine. Blaise gave me some... Adaval or something!" Draco protests, ripping his hands from yours, and stumbling over to the fridge. You furrow your brows. Draco had no idea what Advil was and neither did Blaise. How did they even get that?! Your eyes land on a medicine bottle, and you go to grab it.

"Frick!! Babes, this is Nyquill, oh gosh. Come here, you need to lie down - Draco!! You drank almost a fourth of the bottle!!" you seethe, throwing it into a drawer, and going over to Draco. No wonder he was acting drunk, he hopped up on Nyquil.

"Come here!" you snap, sliding an arm around his torso, and letting him lean on you. He turns to look at you with a dopey grin on his face.

"You're pretty," he chuckles, trailing a finger down the side of your face. You roll your eyes, walking him over to the bed.

"Save that for later. Right now you need to sleep this off," you say. Draco flops into the bed. You grab a blanket tossed aside, and lay it over him. You sit next to him, and run your hand over his forehead, pushing his hair back.

"You need anything else, my love?" you whisper. Draco sniffles.
"Can you stay with me?" Draco sniffles, giving you puppy dog eyes. You raise a brow, with a click of your tongue.

"Babes, you need to get some rest," you say.

"Y/n pleeease!!"

"Draco we both know you're not going to try to sleep if I stay with you," you point out with a warning look. Draco whines.

"Darling, please. I miss you. And I'm sick," he says with a fake cough. You roll your eyes, trying to not smile, before climbing on the other side of the bed, and laying down next to him.