When the Wind Whistle

Chapter 11: Bitter Medicine, Sweet Recovery.

A/N: Small disclaimer here, There will be some medical inaccuracy and made up things I made along the way, anyways Enjoy the fic <3

Draco made his movements undetectable by moving quickly but slowly. Even though there was no wind to brush them, the boy in his arms was shivering.

He slowed so that he could readjust Harry's coat. Even though he was certain that the coat wouldn't be of any use to the sick boy, he moved quickly. Harry was a little startled by his brisk movement. The ill boy moaned, feeling uneasy at the rapid pace. "Shh, It's okay, I didn't mean to wake you." Harry felt reassured and was brought closer by the blond boy.

He arrived at the door of the Hospital wing. He opened the door with wandless magic.

Inside, Madam Pomfrey was preparing for the day. The witch was having a wonderful morning. As she finished making all the beds in the clinic and was about to sit down, Draco interrupted her pleasant morning. She sighed internally and looked around to see what was going on. This was a sight to see for her.

Draco Malfoy is carrying Harry Potter protectively. Her initial shock was soon replaced with a worried look. Harry's once slightly flushed face is now fully red. She sprang into action right away, pointing to Draco and telling him where to put Harry. While she gathered the necessary equipment, Draco made sure to make Harry comfortable. He covered the sick boy's entire body with a blanket.

"Hmm, still cold." Harry whined. The blond teen looked around for any available blankets. He took the one from the bed next to Harry and covered the boy. "Noo, still cold."

Draco chuckled at the pouting boy, so he took another blanket and covered it. Surely this is enough, right?

For the golden boy, it's still not enough! He struggled to free his arms but managed to release them from the blanket's hold. He raised his arms toward Draco, asking for something. Draco was confused. "I'm confused?"

Draco offered him a glass of water, but the sick boy shook his head "no." So he offered something else, which the boy again rejected. "You have to be more vocal about what you want, Potter." He addressed the sulking boy.

"I want to cuddle."

Draco's brain short-circuited for a solid minute. Once he recovered, his face started to turn red. "Wh-what? I-I, huh?!" The blonde stumbled on his word. "Do you know what you're saying, Potter?" He asked, the request still not quite entering his mind.

The sick boy nodded, his arms still outstretched. He debated for a little before giving in. though he is a bit hesitant. He doesn't want to make Harry uncomfortable when the boy's fever breaks. But Harry's grabby hand made his heart beat. 'He wants you, damn it!' Draco argued in his head. 'Maybe we will have a chance with him!'

He lifted the blanket. The golden boy scooted a bit to give the blond space. Draco laid down next to Harry, who immediately attached himself. He snuggled against the blond boy's shoulder. Closing his eyes, the golden boy drifted into a sweet slumber.

Draco was preoccupied and didn't see the witch return with a thermometer and a tray of potions.

She tries to gain his attention with a very loud "ahem." The blond was startled a bit but relaxed when he saw the witch. She approached the bed and began examining the sleeping boy. "Can you please wake Mr. Potter up for a bit, I must check his temperature." Madam Pomfrey made the request. Draco complied and gently roused the ravenette.

Harry stirred from his disrupted sleep, his gaze glancing around but without his glasses, which Malfoy removed, he can only make out blobs of color. He tries to swat the hand that keeps waking him up. Though the hand keeps encouraging him to stay awake. "Mr. Potter, can you please open your mouth a bit so I can—" But all Harry could hear were muffled noises. He only felt some sort of glass rod being shoved into his mouth. After a few seconds, the glass rod was removed.