Random OneShots

Are you crazy?

By: lumos2503 on Ao3

Drarry

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Soon as Harry woke up, he knew something was wrong. He certainly wasn't a passionate early riser, but at least he got out of bed a few minutes after the alarm clock and slipped under a hot shower. That morning, however, he hardly got his eyes open. A dull feeling slowly spread to the back of his head and he flinched briefly as he tried to swallow the little spit that had accumulated in his mouth overnight with his dry, rough throat.

The side of the bed next to him was deserted and tidy. Draco had got up early this morning and had given Harry a kiss on the cheek to say goodbye. Nothing unusual on a Thursday. Draco's shifts in St. Mungo were always quite different, while Harry had reliably every Thursday off during his Auror apprenticeship, but had to work every other Saturday. This day of the week he used (if Draco wasn't free by chance) for the household. He did the weekly grocery shopping, cleaned, did laundry and cooked an elaborate dinner for his beloved. Of course they could have hired a house elf without any problems, but Harry thought it was silly. He would also be able to keep their small apartment in good condition himself.

With a quiet groan Harry straightened up. Little black dots danced promptly in front of his eyes and he swayed slightly while sitting. Oh no. He had certainly only moved too fast. With a deep breath he tried to calm down, which immediately triggered a violent coughing attack. Oh no! Annoyed, he took a big sip of water from his glass of the nightstand to soothe his dry sore throat. Why today, of all days? He had so much to do! He wanted to change the beds, then turn on the washing machine, go shopping in time, hang up the laundry, replant the big flowerpot on the small balcony, clean the kitchen and bathroom and then vacuum. Then he had to start preparing for dinner.

It wasn't that Harry was forced to do all this. Draco often said he shouldn't spend so much time and have a cleaner come at least once a week, but Harry was stubborn. He enjoyed taking care of his friend, providing him with a nice home when he came from a long shift in the hospital. And besides, unlike Draco, he was more than used to housework and no longer found it exhausting or humiliating. He even did most of it in Muggle style and with Muggle equipment, although he appreciated some of the tricks Molly had shown him in recent years.

So it didn't suit him at all to be ill today. He simply decided to ignore his body. But to be honest, he had already noticed in the last two days that he was not quite fit. At the end of the day he had felt exhausted and yesterday he had had those dull headaches which were now getting worse and worse since waking up. Harry rubbed the cold glass of water over his temples and snuffled before he got up. Maybe a good shower would help. With his eyes closed, he stood under the hot water and let it run down his body. He was still slim, but due to more sport and training not as delicate as in his school days. His cramped neck muscles relaxed a little, but those annoying headaches didn't want to go away.

While pulling off the sheets from the bed and putting a new one on, the young Auror noticed how his arms and shoulders began to hurt again. The effect of the warm shower had already diminished. Although it was a mild 17°C outside and Harry was never cold, he wrapped Draco's thick scarf around his neck before leaving the house for the supermarket. Normally he would have been able to enjoy his boyfriend's divine, masculine scent by now, but his damn nose was far too congested. In the supermarket it was uncomfortably bright and the young man hurried through the frozen food section with his eyes pinched, before beginning to tremble with cold. But it was unusually cold in there today, wasn't it? Back outside, he inconspicuously enchanted his shopping bags, making them lighter to carry home without much effort. But either he didn't quite manage the magic today, or his sinewy arms were just too weak. Anyway, the way back to the apartment was exhausting, actually everything was exhausting. And these damn headaches were now really pounding in the back of his head.