Drarry Love Book

Sick Sick Baby

Summary: Draco is not sick, or so he says. But fear not because his hero boyfriend who saved the entire Wizarding World is here to take care of him, in the best way possible

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(This fic includes smut and a hell lot of fluff, so fluffy you'll legit melt, I warned y'all)
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"More" Draco said and Harry sighed, smiling desperately at his boyfriend

"It's not that cold, Draco, I can handle it"

"More robes, or a scarf" Draco insisted, Harry was strong but he knew no one could be strong enough to not get a flu in this kind of weather, it was called flu season for a reason "Harry"

"Draco"

"Harry" He repeated, glaring at the Auror, he just wanted his partner to be warm before defeating bad guys today "One more, you'll be cold out on the field"

"But it's hard to move and fight when I'm wearing three robes, a scarf, a hat, and gloves, Draco" Harry said. It had happened once last winter and all the layers had made it difficult for Harry to fight back against twenty dark wizards. But Harry was still warm throughout the fight, so Draco stood his ground

"Fine, don't come back and whine when you're sick" The blond rolled his eyes and walked to his own closet. He sighed loudly and looked through his clothes, unlike Harry, Draco was always used to the cold. He lived in the dungeon, remember? And ever since Harry told him about his life with the Dursleys, Draco had become overly sensitive when it came to issues like this, he realised he has been acting like a 1950's wife, but all for a good reason, he just wanted to take care of Harry

"I'm sorry, I'll put another robes on" Harry said softly and wrapped his arms around Draco, hugging him from behind. The blond smiled and leaned back

"Thank you, now hurry, you have to make breakfast too, I'll change while you're at it" Draco said. Ah yes, Draco did look like a 1950' wife, however he couldn't cook to save anyone's life. Harry was in charge of cooking in their home. It wasn't like Draco didn't try to cook, every time he did it, something burnt, and once the kitchen was even on fire, so Harry had forbidden him from coming into the kitchen again, maybe he just wasn't meant to be in the kitchen

"Love you" Harry kissed his cheek and Draco chuckled

"It tickles you idiot" The blond said, ever since Harry grew his beard out, it made Draco all hot and bothered, because Harry looked extremely godlike with his hair in a man bun and his beard and his ripped body he got from all the Auror trainings, it was hard for Draco to keep it together

"You love it" Harry said and winked at him, walking out of their bedroom. Draco blushed, and after all these years, he still found himself blushing at the smallest things Harry showed him.

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"You should add another layer" Harry told him when Draco walked to their kitchen

"Please, Harry, I rarely get sick, the last time I was sick was when...I was seven or so, plus I'm used to cold weather already, since I—..."

"Lived in the dungeon" Harry chuckled "I know, but if you're worried about me, I get to be worried about you too"

"I'm fine, Harry" Draco said, giving his boyfriend a kiss on his bearded jaw "I'll be working in a room all day, and not going out like you, so I'll be fine, okay?" He arched an eyebrow and Harry nodded, Draco smiled and started eating