Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

Scorpius Malfoy- Dinner (c)

For about three days you had been feeling under the weather. Your head had been spinning and your nose had been running along with your body aching terribly. It had been bearable until today. You had been to your classes but as soon as your last one finished you made your way up to your boyfriend's bed and curled up with him. Scorpius and yourself stayed curled up amongst his covers until it was time for dinner. Really you should have wanted to go get food, that was usually the highlight of your day but you felt absolutely foul and wanted to stay in the warmth of the bed. Although that's what you wanted you didn't want to make your boyfriend suffer without dinner as well.

"I should go for dinner," Scorpius said softly trying to get up and out of your cuddling grasp.

You didn't respond with words, simply letting out a loud groan to tell him you weren't a fan of the idea. You did want him to have food, but you didn't want to lose him at all, even for a moment at all.

"I have to go, Love," he said gently running a hand through your slightly sweaty hair.

"Come back soon," you whispered trying to lift your head from the pillow but rather enjoying having it snuggled into the feather filled comfort.

"I'm sorry Love. I do have to eat something, as do you."

He gave you a soft squeeze as he moved your chin up so that you would look him in the eye as he spoke to you.

Your eyes fought to stay open and keep connected to his. You did love Scorpius but you didn't feel great so wanted some rest, preferably with him there.

"I have already eaten," you said.

It wasn't a complete lie. You had eaten at breakfast so many hours previously, and you should probably eat dinner but you honestly didn't have the energy to go down to the great hall for food.

"Not enough," he frowned.

"Alright Mr Malfoy," you said rolling your eyes at him.

He gave you a gentle smile at your sarcasm as he stood up and went to leave but you grabbed hold of his hand stopping him from going anywhere.

"Kiss me," you croaked.

His face scrunched up at the thought, "But you're ill."

You jutted out your lower lip, sad that he didn't want to kiss you. "So, me being ill means you can't kiss your girlfriend?"

"Yes," he chuckled softly.

Throwing your head to the side, you refused to look at him as you decided to be dramatic.

"Fine. Don't come back at all."

Even though you couldn't see him you knew he had rolled his eyes at you as he did often when you became a dramatic mess.

Rather than arguing with you, he leaned down to press his lips to your forehead. "I'll be back after dinner."

With that he begun to leave you alone in his room.

"I love you," you whispered hoping he heard you before he left.

"I love you too."

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Written by Charlotte.

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