You get him cleaned up after a fight.
Harry:"Ow!" Harry shouted as you continued to wipe blood off. You both were currently in the bathroom, while you sat on the counter, he stood in between your legs. "I'm sorry babe, I just don't want it to get infected." You cooed, wiping some of his loose curls away from his face. You dug through the medicine box, searching for another cloth, and pouring rubbing alcohol on it. "Okay, this is going to sting. But, I really need to you to stay still so I don't get it in your eye." You muttered, placing it on a cut above his eye. "Why'd ya hit him?" "He was making dirty comments about you, nobody says that about you but me." You giggled, pressing harder to the wound making him wince. "Thanks Harry."
