Midnight Sunshine

Requiem

Draco woke the next morning, his head stuffy as he felt Harry's arms around him. Harry just wrapped his arms tightly around him and petted his hair slowly, shushing the blonde before quietly saying, "I know it hurts, sweetheart. There's nothing else I can do for you." Draco nodded and felt his eyes burn slightly. Harry held him and softly stroked his hair "I feel really ill." "I know you do, what do you need?" "Just you." "Of course, I'm not going anywhere." He nodded before getting teary like last night "Don't cry sweetheart." "I just don't feel good." "I know sweet pea." "Can we cuddle?" "Of course we can," Harry pulled him on top of him as he lay his head on his chest.

Harry heard his breathing even out and got up, walking in the bathroom, putting a bin beside him just in case he had to be sick without getting out of bed, he just had to sit up. Harry pulled him back into his chest. And so Harry went to sleep, tired of staying up just in case Draco woke up. He woke up again to the sound of what he soon realized was Draco throwing up the entirety of his insides. He sat up and listened to the unpleasant noises. It sounded intense and rather painful. After a good while it stopped and he heard the toilet flush. Harry got up and walked up to the bathroom; the door was still open but he knocked anyways. Draco was still sitting on the floor next to the toilet, looking absolutely miserable. He was paler than he'd ever looked and he frankly looked like he hadn't seen sunlight in years. "Are you okay?" "No," Draco said hoarsely. "Don't tell me you've heard all of that." Harry chuckled to himself. "It's alright, don't worry about it. Do you want to get back into bed?" "I don't think I have anything else to retch out," Draco said miserably.

Draco stood up, walking over to bed from their en suite bathroom, climbing under the covers. Draco moved over as Harry climbed into bed and Harry pulled him close once more, into a snug embrace, Draco's head on his chest as he put an arm around him. He started softly stroking Draco's hair. Draco didn't even complain. "Do you want tea to settle your stomach a bit?" "Can I have it without milk?" "Of course, what tea?" "Any." "Normal tea, okay?" He nodded. Harry smiled and stroked his hair as he looked at him and calmed down. They sat there for a few moments, lost in each other before Draco pulled back, and bent over practically coughing up a lung.

That night they lay in bed, Draco reading and Harry finishing up some coursework. After a while, Draco set down his book on his night table and looked over at Harry expectantly. Harry, oh the ever oblivious one, didn't see the looks Draco was throwing his way. Draco huffed. Still no response. He knew Harry wasn't ignoring him because only Draco was that petty when he was mad at Harry. So, Draco tried a different approach. He ripped the pages off of Harry's lap, straddled him and kissing him furiously before Harry could even make out a squeak. Harry pulled back and when Draco tried to kiss him again, he just turned his head away. Draco settled for attacking his neck instead. "What're you doing?" Harry asked with a raised brow, not that Draco could see it. Draco removed his red, rose lips from the tan skin before replying with a simple "You." And he rolled his hips, pressing their groins closer together.

Harry groaned and relaxed into his husband's actions. Draco kept rolling his hips, trying to press closer to Harry with every move. Finally he went back to kissing the raven-haired beauty while he tried pulling down his pyjama bottoms and boxers in one go. Lo and behold a sneeze should tickle his sinuses. Draco had just enough time to stop kissing Harry and turn his head away before a cute, short sneeze exited his body, along with two others heavy, snot filled ones joined. Harry gasped and pulled Draco's face up to his own. He searched the stormy grey eyes for any signs of illness but all he found was irritation. "Stupid duvet." Draco mumbled. He leaned over, grabbed a tissue and blew his nose well before turning back to Harry. He leaned in to kiss him when he was stopped with Harry's finger on his lips. "The duvet isn't making you sneeze, you have a bad cold and you know it's going to get worse." "I know." Draco slipped off of Harry's lap and curled up against him, his head on his chest, listening to his slow and steady heartbeat which he relaxed into.