Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

Damnit, Ron || chapter one-hundred and fifteen

Needless to say, I did in fact wake up with food poisoning the next morning.

Draco stood behind me with his fingers weaved through my hair,  keeping it pulled up into a make-shift ponytail while I sat with my head dunked in the toilet. "Those damn muggles are gonna kill me," I murmur groggily, "Them and their fucking sushi..."

"Just be glad it's coming out this end and not the other." Draco said, tightening his grip on my hair when I lurched forward, another load of warm sick erupting from the back of my throat.

All I could do was groan in response.

After what felt like several long hours later, I managed to force myself into a warm shower, washed the yuck feeling out of my mouth and sat in acceptance as Draco shoved one of his big tees over my head and rested a bowl of steaming soup in my lap.

"Why the long face?" He asked, pulling a thick, wooly blanket over my shoulders, murmuring a quick, "That okay?" in which I nodded to.

"Everything hurts." I murmur, a little unhappy pout making its way to my face.

"What hurts?" He asked, eyebrows knitted in concern. "Tell me."

"One, my throat, two, my stomach and three, my legs." Draco blatantly held back a smirk at the mention of my legs, but shared his concern for the rest as the food poisoning worked its course through my body.

"My poor baby," He flung an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer into his side so we were touching. He brushed a sweep of hair out of my face while I blew gently on my soup. "You might end up with a bit of a fever later on but it's nothing to worry about as long as you let me take care of you and tell me when something feels wrong, okay?"

I nodded slowly.

Draco pressed his lips against my temple, and right after my cheeks flushed. I wasn't sure whether to blame it on him or the incoming fever.

Once I'd finished with my soup, the empty bowl ended up discarded on my nightstand and I lay curled up on my side, clutching on tight to Draco's shirt as he lay facing me.

"Everything hurts."

"I know."

"I feel like shit."

"I know."

"I'm gonna kill Ron."

"I know."

"Stop agreeing with me."

"Okay."

Draco didn't speak for a little while after that. He just lay in silence, adoringly stroking his hands through my hair, keeping an eye on the slightly ragged, discomforted breaths I took, and the way they shallowed every time my throat felt warm with the urge to spew.

Every now and then, a small whine would tear itself from the back of my throat and each time it did, Draco scooted closer and gently shushed sweet nothings against my skin until they fell silent.

He tried to lull me to sleep multiples times, urging that I get some rest, but every time I ended up on the brink of falling asleep the same feeling of discomfort crept up my throat.

That damn fucking sushi.

Wasn't even worth it.

"I hope Ron's shitting his guts out..." I murmur drowsily against Dracos neck, hearing him chuckle lightly from above.

"I'm sure he is." Draco whispered, his lips moving against my forehead. "Now get some sleep, I'll be here when you wake."

"I can't..." I moan slightly through my teeth, "My body feels all warm and tingly."