Drarry Oneshots

Tea with Honey

Hogwarts Year: Three

Madam Pomfrey turned to Harry's hospital bed, an uncomfortable expression painted on her face. "Positive?" a fairly sick Harry croaked, gesturing toward the flu test the nurse held, and the caregiver nodded. Harry groaned loudly. The flu was worse than any wizard disease in Harry's opinion and he'd managed to catch it now. Madam Pomfrey told Harry she wouldn't be using any potions or spells to make it better, since this wasn't a magical virus, and told Harry he'd have to stay until he's better, and left Harry to rest. Harry slumped up against his hospital bed, groaning again. He felt sick but not sick enough to be annoyed at this. He was engulfed by the silence of the room with nothing to distract him from the sick feeling coursing through his blood This was worse than when Professor Lockheart accidentally removed his bones, and he thought that was bad.

     Suddenly, the doors of the hospital wing busted open and in came Ron and Hermione. Ron looked concerned and Hermione held a cup of tea and a jar of some sort of yellow sticky liquid.

     "Harry!" Hermione said, sitting down next to him. She put the cup and jar on Harry's bedside table and Harry just decided to ignore it for the time being. "How are you feeling? What is it?"

     "Flu," Harry coughed out, and Hermione's eyes filled with sympathy. Ron, on the other hand, looked rather confused.

     "Flu?" Ron asked. Clearly the wizard didn't know about normal viruses. Hermione quickly explained what the flu was and Ron instantly got it, feeling bad for Harry.

     "Are you doing okay?" Hermione asked gently, looking concerned.

     Harry coughed again, looking at Hermione. "No, no really 'Mione."

     Hermione nodded and turned to the tea on the table. She tapped it. "Tea, for you." She tapped the jar. "Honey. Put the honey in the tea, it'll make you feel better." She stood, taking Ron's hand to lead him out of the hospital wing. "We'll come check on you later. Rest up, Harry."

     "Thanks," Harry said, forcing a weak smile and watching the two leave. Immediately, he slumped down again, a hand going to his nauseous stomach. He looked at the tea and honey. He took the honey jar and tried to open it, but the jar wouldn't budge. He tried and tried for minutes straight but just couldn't.

     When Harry was about to give up, the hospital wing doors opened. He looked up, and saw Draco Malfoy enter the hospital. His eyes widened at the sight of his crush and he quickly looked back to the honey jar, still trying to open it. Draco's eyes found Harry and he frowned.

     "Potter?" Draco asked. "What are you doing here?"

     Harry coughed when trying to speak, and instantly Draco realized that he was sick. Malfoy smirked slightly, and said, "Well, the Chosen One has been chosen to be sick."

     Harry coughed a few more times before managing in a weak voice, hoarse from coughing, "Shut up, Malfoy."

     Draco's face paled at his weak voice and he looked surprised he was that sick. Draco hesitated, before coming over to Harry's bed and sitting on the end.

     "What are you—?" Harry coughed, not being able to finish his sentence. Draco shushed him and studied Harry.

     "What do you have?" Draco asked. But his answer was coughing, and Draco sighed, realizing he wouldn't get an answer. His eyes found the honey jar in Harry's hand and he smirked again, though it was a soft smirk and not as mocking. "You've been trying to open that for ages, haven't you?"

     Harry glared and managed to cough out, "Why—why are you being nicer?'

     Draco shrugged. "Dunno, Potter, dunno."

     "There's gotta be a reason," Harry managed, before being attacked by coughing again. Draco backed away slightly.

     "Well, I hate it when I don't feel well and people are mean to me," Draco muttered, eyes darting anywhere but Harry. Memories of his father forcing him to get up and do normal stuff while he was sick flooded back to the taller boy and he winced remembering the punishments if he didn't do it. Harry sensed the wavering in Draco's tone and he felt sympathy for his enemy/crush.

     "Who would be mean?" Harry said, routing to speaking softly so he didn't cough in the middle of his sentence.

     "My fa—none of your business," Draco quickly said, correcting what he was about to say. But Harry knew what he was going to say, and the sick boy sighed.

     "Don't listen to him," Harry said quietly. Draco nodded, then looked back at Harry, and then the honey jar, deciding to change the subject.

     "Do you...do you want me to open it for you?" Draco asked, looking at the honey jar intensely. Harry hesitated and then handed Draco the jar slowly. Draco quickly spun the jar open and Harry's eyes widened as he realized how easy it was. Draco saw his expression and laughed, the older boy found Harry's sudden realization adorable. But Draco quickly shrugged that thought away, alarmed it had come in the first place, and handed Harry the honey.

     "Thanks," Harry said, grabbing the cup of tea. He put his focus into trying to pour some honey into the tea and it was slowly slipping out. But Harry's hand was shaking badly and it was hard for him. Draco watched him. Normally, he would have made fun of Harry's incapability but figuring how sick Harry was at the moment he stayed quiet. Finally, he swiftly moved his hand over Harry's, making it stiffen. Harry looked at Draco in confusion but Draco kept his focus on the tea and honey, ignoring the odd fluttering feeling that kicked through his stomach for some reason. "Why are you helping me?" Harry asked, weak tone showing confusion.

     Draco made eye contact with Harry for a second but quickly looked away. "Because I want to, Potter," Draco said, and stopped the honey falling into the tea; a lot had fallen in. Draco conjured up a spoon with his wand and took the tea from Harry, stirring it for him.

     "Thank you," Harry said quietly, smiling weakly at Draco. Draco nodded back, resisting a smile, and then he looked down at the tea. God, it looked delicious, but he handed it to Harry. Harry quickly grabbed the mug so both him and Draco had their hands on it now, hands overlapping. Draco's stomach flipped and he looked at Harry again. "Drink some if you want," Harry said, coughing after the sentence. Draco's eyebrows raised but he took a sip of the tea, then handed Harry the tea. Again, Harry's shaking hand stopped him from doing this properly. Draco let out another sigh.

     "Do you need help?" he asked. Harry nodded and handed the cup to Draco. Feeling his blush kick in, Draco helped Harry sip the tea. Then he put the tea on the bedside table and stood.

     "I came to visit a friend, so I probably should go," Draco said quickly, turning to leave. "Hope you feel better, P—"

     Draco felt his whole face turn red as he felt a hand grab his. Blushing for a reason he didn't know of, he looked at Harry and saw the sick boy holding his hand.

     "Can...can you stay?" Harry asked. He was enjoying Draco's company very much, not to mention the fact his heart was beating quickly and he was blushing a lot due to Draco's kindness, though his red skin from his fever he had masked it.

     Draco hesitated, looking at him and Harry's hands. He didn't let go, and he sat down. "S–sure," Draco muttered, sitting next to Harry again. Neither one of them let go of each other's hand. Harry looked at Draco sleepily and gave a smile.

     "Thank you, Draco."

     Draco felt the blush come back at his first name. God, why was he blushing so much? What was happening to him? He was scaring himself with his reactions. But then he gave a smile he'd been holding him, and looked away from Harry in the fear he'd blush crazily.

     "You're welcome, Harry."

A/N

Oneshot five! Uploading this at almost 12:00 a.m., haha. I'm happy to have this many out already. I hope everyone is enjoying the oneshots so far. Have a good day/ morning/night/evening/afternoon! ^^

-Em<3