*+𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓞𝓷𝓮𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼+* ✔

Sick

"I cannot believe your were stupid enough to go outside in the rain!"

Harry blew his nose again, looking at Draco with red puffy eyes. "It's not my fault! Ron said that I couldn't do a flip on my broom and I had to prove him wrong-"

"Shut it!" Draco snapped. He was trying to figure out how to work the muggle stick Hermione had given him. She said it was suppose to tell Draco how hot Harry was, but how a stick could tell a person attractiveness, Draco didn't know.

"You have to put it in my mouth, Draco. The thermometer."

Draco flushed. "I- I knew that, Potter! Now, open up."

The stick beeped with the number 38 (Celsius).

Harry smiled weakly. "Guess I'm pretty hot then, huh?"

Draco chose to ignore him, ringing up Hermione instead. "Your stick came back with a 38. Is that bad?"

"Bad? Draco, that means he has a fever. I wish I could be there to help but, unfortunately, you're not the only one with a stupid boyfriend."

Draco could faintly hear a congested Ron argue that he 'had to stop Harry from winning their bet before Hermione hung up. Draco sighed. "Alright, Harry. I'll just brew you a Wiggenweld Potion to get rid of your..." he motioned to Harry with his hands, "whatever this is."

Harry sat up in bed, rolling his eyes. "It's called a cold, Draco. And a potion won't fix this. Colds are a muggle thing."

Draco groaned. He and Harry have been living in the muggle world ever since they got together after the war. It was less stressful there. To wizards, they were famous savior of Hogwarts Harry Potter and secret deatheater Draco Malfoy. But to the muggles? They were just 'some guys'. Draco loved not constantly being bombarded with war questions by reporters. Not to mention in the muggle world, he didn't have to deal with all the standards that came with being a Malfoy. But the one thing he truly hated was their limit on magic. A stupid Ministry rule that said wizard living in the muggle world are only allowed to use magic for 'emergencies". Apperently, Draco using his broom to get to avoid traffic was not an emergency. He's been forced to use more muggle devices recently. They made no sense to Draco. Just yesterday he couldn't figure out how to use the toaster. He was going to just cast Incendio and toast his bread himself, had Harry not come to help.

But if Harry needed help...

"Fine. Then tell me, how so muggles deal with colds?"

...

Apparently, muggles make potions for colds too.

The potion being chicken noodle soup, of course.

"Are you sure you don't need help, darling?"

Draco rolled his eyes, tying the apron around his waist. "I may not be a muggle expert, but I can managed to heat up a can. Just lie down, Harry."

Harry obliged, resting his head on the fluffed-up pillow. Draco went to their kitchen, locating a can of soup. He didn't do too much cooking around the house - Harry enjoyed it more. He had told Draco once that he cooked a lot of meals for his old muggle relatives, thought now cooking was much better when he was cooking for someone he loved. The comment had made Draco go red.

He managed to microwave Harry's soup (who knew you had to take it out of the can?), which Harry drank up as if it was his last meal.

"Merlin, slow down Potter. You're going to choke."

He flashed a smile with was soon replaced with a sneeze. "Sorry, Draco. But the soup is good!"

Draco smile slighting, sitting himself on the edge of their shared bed. "Yes, well. You can thank Campbell."

Harry laughed and patted the empty spot next to him. Draco reluctantly filled it, still keeping his distance from Harry.

"What? I don't get any sick pity cuddles?"

"I'll cuddle you when you can't spread your diseases, k?"

Harry mumbled a small okay turning on his side facing Draco.

"Thank you. For taking care of me, I mean."

Despite what he said, Draco couldn't help but run his fingers through Harry's bird nest bedhead. "Of course. Anything for you. You know I love you, right?"

"I know. I love you too."

...

I like the thought of Draco (or any wizard, really, but it's funnier with Draco when you remember he's loaded and probably has never done anything for himself) struggling to figure out muggle objects.