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Hospital Wing (Request)

YAY A FLUFFY I WANTED TO DO A FLUFFY. I donno who it's requested by. I seem to have lost it. Ah well. Comment that it's you if it's yours.

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     Harry sneezed into his robe sleeve abruptly, startling the people at his table in the library, which had been quiet before. Hell, he scared himself. He sniffed, and waved off the glances with a sheepish smile. The noise had sounded startlingly loud.

     The next time was in class. Charms. Nothing bad. He had been casting at the time, however, and his spell ended up hitting a book, which got free, so now there was a random book with horns flying around the castle. 

     Later that day, in History of Magic class, he sneezed loudly shortly before the bell, ending up waking the sleeping students. But, he only had to shrink from their gazes for a short amount of time, for the bell rang hardly a minute later.

     By dinner, he had started coughing as well. Hermione ordered him to go to the hospital wing.

     He had been scanned by Madam Pomfrey, and on top of a cold, his magic was also oddly depleted, as well as being rather sleep deprived. Pomfrey told him to stay for a week and some change, let the cold run it's course for the most part, as potions would slow down the magic regeneration. Madam Pomfrey suspected it was from the recent second task. The Triwizard Tournament had been taking a lot out of him recently, so he wasn't particularly surprised.

     So, Harry stayed in the hospital wing. A week passed in utter boredom, with seldom visits, besides the frequent ones from Hermione, who never failed to drop off his homework. 

     He was nearing the end of his stay, just a day or two more, when the hospital wing doors burst open, startling Harry from his almost-nap. He was startled to see Malfoy, but even more so to see Malfoy walking towards him, a small card in hand a bowl of soup floating behind him. His expression conveyed his annoyance and Harry thought he more stomped than walked over to him. 

     Harry didn't get much chance to think as Malfoy sat himself next to Harry with a huff. He threw the card in his lap, and Harry got a glance of a caption, Get well soon!, and a picture which had a crup with a nurses cap on it, before Malfoy pulled his attention away with his angry muttering.

     "-othing. No fights, no threats, not even any glares! Do you know how bored I've been?" Draco said, staring at Harry accusingly even as he stirred the soup in hand.

     Harry suspected it was chicken soup. A classic.

     "Er..." He could only watch in shock as Draco lifted up the spoon, holding it poised to Harry's lips. Harry blinked at him, and Draco huffed.

     "Hurry now, my arm will get tired soon," He scolded, and Harry hesitantly opened his mouth. It was a bit hot, but otherwise tasted good. Draco repeated the gesture several times, muttering all the while. Harry could only catch a bit.

     Then, when the soup was gone, Draco banished the bowl and spoon, before getting up and brushing off his robes. He pointed a finger at Harry, and in all seriousness, as though he hadn't just fed the boy, spoke calmly, in a threatening manner.

     "My father will hear about this if you don't get better. He has money on you, after all, not that that matters much. Now hurry, I need entertainment." Draco said, sounding all for the world as though Harry had chosen to be sick.

     Harry just stared at Draco ludicrously until the blond retreated out the doors.  

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