Chapter 20
Harry threw up his hands and Draco rested a hand on his shoulder.
“What do you mean anymore?” Draco asked because Harry obviously decided he didn’t need to talk.
Madam Pomfrey waved away the remaining spells, “Somehow Professor Potter here has managed to rid him of his peanut allergy,”
Otis grinned widely, “I can have Resses?”
“I don’t see why this is a problem,” Harry frowned.
“Because this a feat of magical impossibility,” Madam Pomfrey explained and Draco could tell Harry was hardly listening, “It usually is a massive undergoing to cure an allergy, especially one as severe as Mr. Junipers here, this shouldn’t be possible.”
Draco could tell Harry was getting more frustrated by the second. It would be better to excuse him sooner rather than later but Madam Pomfrey seemed insistent on checking Harry over.
“Poppy I’m fine.” Draco could tell the only thing keeping his irritation in was his respect for the woman currently prodding him with a bombardment of spells.
“That must have taken a massive expelling of magic, there’s no way you’re fine.” Madam Pomfrey doesn’t let up.
Draco stepped in, “I’ll make sure he takes a nap as soon as we get back, but we do have groceries,”
Madam Pomfrey hesitated for a bit longer before nodding, “Be sure to come to me if you experience any negative symptoms,”
Draco smiles and guides a mumbling Harry by the elbow out the door.
The second they exit the room Harry slumps slightly.
“Merlin Harry, are you okay?” Draco asks, letting Harry place the majority of his weight on him.
“‘M fine, just tired,” He leans into Draco.
Draco looks down at the man, who’s eyes had become glossy, “Are you sure, we can still go get Madam Pomfrey.”
“Just the adrenaline’s gone,” Harry barely speaks loud enough to be heard, “Just tired.”
Draco can’t help but feel concerned, “All right but if you’re not better by tomorrow you’re going to Madam Pomfrey.”
“Deal,”
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The entire walk to their quarters is just Draco doing his best to keep Harry upright. Despite his protests, Harry is really quite weak and slightly feverish. He couldn’t blame him, apparating inside of Hogwarts and then curing someone of their peanut allergy has got to be taking a lot out of him.
By the time they get back, Draco is practically carrying him.
“Let's get the groceries and then you can sleep,” Harry, the right fool, tries immediately to float the groceries from where he was keeping them in his pocket, “No Harry, no fucking way, you do not need to put out more energy than you already have.”
Once Harry had finally given up on helping he slumped into a chair and watched Draco.
“Draco, ‘m cold,” He complains.
“Go to bed,” Draco says as gently as he can.
Harry frowned and grabbed a blanket instead, his teeth chattered as he watched Draco.
Once Draco had gotten everything put away he helped the shivering wizard to his feet and did his best to guide him to his bed.
As soon as they got Harry tucked in however Draco thought he might make a fever remedy. Harry on the other hand whined every time Draco got more than two feet away from the bed. When Draco finally managed to convince himself that it would be worth it for him to slide out and he could come back, Harry grabbed his wrist.
“Stay. Please.” Draco couldn’t even entertain saying no to that so he crawled in next to Harry who immediately wrapped his body around Draco’s.
Draco just rubs his back soothingly and watches Harry. Harry for the most part seemed entirely content with the situation, staring up at him with pinkened cheeks.
They sat like that for a long time but time didn’t seem to pass. Maybe it didn’t, Draco didn’t know how powerful Harry was, it could be the same second as when they entered the room and Draco would be none the wiser.
Eventually, Harry spoke, “You’re very pretty Draco, too pretty, I can’t handle it.”
And then the bastard buried his head in Draco’s neck and passed out. If it weren’t for Harry’s overall state Draco would’ve shaken him back awake. As it was, all he could do was laugh manically as quietly as possible.
What was he meant to do with this information? Draco felt as if he was going to cry. What does this mean?
Eventually, Draco drifted off.