Harry Potter Preferences & Imagines

Img: Draco Malfoy • Sick

Description: The reader is sick and when Draco finds out he comes to take care of her. 

(B/F/N) = Your Best Friend's Name

Word Count: 522

TW: None.

Reader POV

"(Y/N)!" My dorm roommate (B/F/N) said in a sing-song voice, pulling the curtains back and letting vicious light flood the room.

"Ugh!" I groaned, rolling over and burying my face in my pillow. My throat was scratchy and aching and I couldn't breathe through my nose at all. Every muscle in my body hurt, feeling similar to if I had just ran a marathon.

"(Y/N)? Hey, you don't look so good." (B/F/N) commented, leaning over me concernedly. She felt my forehead and declared that I must have a fever.

I was slowly falling back asleep as (B/F/N) placed a glass of water, a large bowl and box of tissues on my bedside table. Though, I do remember groggily thanking her when she shut the curtains again to let me sleep in peace.

I drifted off once (B/F/N) went to class and when I woke up the sun was already setting. I stretched and rubbed my eyes. I still felt terrible. The sore throat had stayed as well as the stuffy nose. I took a sip of my water and blew my nose, then just laid back down and stared at the ceiling for a while.

"(Y/N)?" A voice called out from the doorway. I looked over to see none other than my boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. He seemed confused and concerned.

"Are you ill?" He asked from the doorway. I nodded, then proceeded to burst into a nasty coughing fit that made my throat hurt exponentially worse.

Draco made his way over to me and sat at the edge of my bed, placing a hand on my back to comfort me. I flopped back over onto my back once the coughing stopped.

"I'll be right back, okay love?" He said, rubbing up and down my arm gently. I didn't want him to leave but I also didn't really care about anything but sleeping again.

I nodded miserably and he got up and quickly left the room. I couldn't have been asleep for more than ten minutes before he returned to my bedside. I forced myself to look up at him.

"(Y/N)? I talked to Hermione, and she gave me these for you to have. She said they'll help." He replied, handing me a small box of cough drops. I smiled at his adorableness.

"Thanks." I thanked him. He smiled back. Pointing to my nightstand, he also explained how he threatened the house elves into making chicken noodle soup for me, also to Hermione's recommendation.

I pulled him into a hug and thanked him again. He kissed my forehead and started to lay down beside me, his arm around my waist.

"Wait, Draco! What if you catch it, too?" I worried. He smiled his signature smug grin. I wanted to kiss him but didn't.

"Then you'll have to come take care of me for a while, won't you?" He teased, pulling me close to him. Once I got to feel how cold he was compared to my overheated self, all of my protests went out the window.

"Okay." I agreed easily. I cuddled up into him further and fell asleep to him rubbing my back.

What would I do without you, Draco Malfoy?