drarry christmas one shots

the cold

Draco opened the door to let a very ill Harry into their flat. Of course Harry didn't put enough layers on despite Draco telling him to a hundred times and now Harry was a mess. The two had been out Christmas shopping since 8am and it was now 6pm in minus five degree temperatures. Draco dressed appropriately, wearing about ten layers, a hat, a scarf and gloves whereas Harry, he only wore a thin coat over his t-shirt and jumper.

Harry had been feeling a little ill the day before but it was nothing major, but now, Harry was now sniffling and sneezing like crazy, not to mention him having a coughing fit every two minutes. He also had a headache that would not go away and his voice was slowly leaving.

"Harry, I told you to put more layers on but no, you wore three! In minus five degree temperatures too!" Draco sighed. "Go to bed."

"But, Dray. I don't wanna." Harry whined, sounding very nasally as he couldn't breathe out of his nose.

"Harry. I'm not going to argue with you. Get to bed. Now."

Harry raised his hands in defeat. "All right, all right. I'm going."

Draco followed Harry into their bedroom and got Harry's pyjamas and a fluffy sweater out of their wardrobe and chucked them to Harry.

"Get changed."

"But demanding, aren't we?"

"Harry. I am a little bit annoyed at you. I told you to wear more layers but you didn't and now I have to put up with an ill you, which is not fun for me." Draco ranted.

"I'm sorry, Dray."

"It's okay."

Draco watched Harry get changed and jump into bed.

"I'm gonna go get you some medicine."

Draco walked into the bathroom and opened the bathroom cabinet. He grabbed some paracetamol, ibuprofen and vaporub. Before going back into the bedroom, Draco made himself and Harry a cup of tea with two sugars. They both liked their tea the same way. Draco walked back into their bedroom and placed the mugs of tea down on Harry's bedside table, which was a mess. No surprise there. Draco took out two pills from the paracetamol box and left the ibuprofen on the side. He passed them to Harry who swallowed them with a gulp of tea.

"Lift your top up." Draco said, softly.

As Harry was doing this, Draco unscrewed the lid to the vaporub. Draco put a generous amount into his hand and rubbed his hand together. Draco tenderly rubbed the vaporub into Harry's chest and finished by placing a kiss on Harry's forehead.

"That's as much affection you're gonna get until you're better."

"That's so unfair."

"Right, I'm going to wrap the present while you stay here."

"Wait, no. You know I love wrapping presents. Please can I do one?"

"No. You're too ill."

With that, Draco walked out of the room and got all the wrapping paper, labels, scissors and sellotape. He ignored Harry's complaints and whines as he wrapped the presents. They had gotten presents for pretty much everyone they knew. To most people's surprise, Harry was the one who was amazing at wrapping presents. After about 10 minutes, Harry had stopped complaining and Draco got on with wrapping the presents. He heard Harry sneeze and cough every now and then. He had about 5 presents left to wrap when he heard Harry have a coughing fit.

"Draco!" Harry called out between coughs. "Water!"

Draco immediately jumped up and ran to the kitchen. He filled a glass as quickly as he could and ran to their bedroom. He held the glass up to Harry's lips and Harry took sips of water between his coughs. Draco was gently patting Harry's back and was becoming more nervous by the second. Eventually Harry's coughs died down.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Merlin, you nearly gave me heart attack. Don't do that again."

"Draco. I can't help having a coughing fit."

"I know, it's just, you scared me." Draco leant down and placed a kiss on Harry's forehead. "I'm just gonna grab you some cough medicine."

Draco went to the bathroom to get Harry some cough medicine. They seemed to have run out of the black currant flavour which meant Harry would have to have the lemon one. Harry hated lemon. Draco walked back to their room with the lemon medicine and a spoon in hand. Draco knew a disagreement was going to occur.

"We only have lemon flavour."

"No, not having it." Harry said, bluntly.

"Yes you are because I don't want you to die." Draco opened the bottle.

"Put the lid back on that. I refuse to let that enter my mouth."

"Harry. You will not get better if you don't take this."

"I couldn't care less. I am not taking that."

"I will force you." Draco poured the medicine onto the spoon.

"You can't force me." Harry jutted his chin out.

"I might not but Hermione can." Draco smirked.

Harry sat in silence for a moment. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll take it, if you let me wrap a present."

"Deal."

Harry reluctantly opened his mouth and took the medicine. It tasted disgusting. It was horrendous.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Draco asked.

"Shut up, it was. Now can I please have a present to wrap."

"Of course."

Draco grabbed a present for Hermione, some wrapping paper, scissors and sellotape. Harry, of course, wrapped the present perfectly and was a lot happier from then on. He didn't complain once. Harry was still quite ill on Christmas Day but despite this, he and Draco went to visit his parents graves and laid lilies down. Before they went out, Draco wrapped Harry in about 20 layers of different clothes and bought his wand with him so he could cast a warming charm if need be.

After he had recovered, Harry suddenly became a lot better at dressing himself appropriately after suffering a lot more coughing fits and being bed bound for a few days.