Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had been together for more than a year since yesterday. They had celebrated their anniversary by going on a picnic. After their competitive flying mixed with stolen kisses, they had decided to go for a swim in the freezing lake. To be fair it was only Harry’s idea. Draco on the other hand hated the cold. Despite what the weasel says, Draco loves the warmth. Harry had been overjoyed at swimming in this said frozen lake that Draco didn’t have the heart to stop him. Afterall he was a weak man to those piercing green eyes and smile. Watching how his surprising soulmate swam like a fish and laughed like a child made his heart warm. He was even tempted to join him before he settled to only have his feet in the water. To both of them the anniversary had been perfect. The war was over and they were finally able to do what they love. Telling Lucius Malfoy about their relationship was easier than telling Ronald Weasly. Ron in Harry’s opinion had been a bit over the top with his reaction while Draco told Harry, the weasel was always like that. After Hermione swatted him in the head and talked some sense into him, Ron, although begrudgingly at first, became Draco’s friend.
After a full year with Harry as his significant other, Draco had realised one thing. He was weak to the man. He was supposed to be the one who was unfeeling but at the sight of Harry he became putty. It was something he found himself not minding. If his younger self was to hear that he would have a mini heart attack. Being vulnerable with Harry didn’t come with consequences unlike with his relationships. With Harry he was able to bear open the dirtiest part of him without being scared. Harry showed him the good in people, back when he was determined to make Harry’s life living hell. Seeing how hard Harry was trying to take down the Dark Lord gave Draco the courage to lie to the Dark Lord himself. His need to be someone worthy of being saved by Harry, shaped him after the war. He used to live everyday in regret and guilt. He was a shell of his former self before Harry knocked into his mind that he wasn’t the only one who went through horrible things but he was the only one who had been so young and unprotected by their own parents. Draco was furious so he pointed out that Harry was the same. Harry saved everyone but no one was there to save him so what was so different between them. Things had escalated but in the end they were both children fighting a war that was meant for adults. Their relationship only soared since then.
Unintentionally, Draco had become hyper aware of Harry in his schooling years and adapted to Harry’s habits. He could see the tell tales of the man’s emotions long before they surfaced. In that way their banter had been useful. So when Harry wasn’t up doing his routine, Draco was worried. Unlike normal Harry was still in bed. Frowning to himself, Draco shook the male gently. Groaning at his prodding, Harry mumbled out five minutes before turning around to once again sleep. Letting the man rest, Draco went about getting ready for the day. They had nothing to do today. After making himself cereal, he sat comfortably on the couch while watching whatever was playing. Nico, their domestic short-hair cat, was curled up next to him as well. Draco was mindlessly watching TV while eating when he heard the soft pit pat of soles coming down stairs.
Groaning, Harry draped himself over Draco. Hand over Draco’s shoulder and knees on the ground. Squishing his face as far as he could on the pale neck. Sighing at Harry’s unconventional hugging positions, Draco placed the bowl and the table and tugged the taller man until he was on his lap. Instantly he could feel how much warmer than usual Harry was. A light coating of sweat was surrounding the male while was shivering. Without a doubt Draco now knew Harry was sick. Draco loved and hated seeing Harry sick. On one hand Harry was adorable when he whined for love but he hated seeing Harry in pain. After around another minute of cuddling, Draco summoned the thickest blanket in the house and covered the shivering man. It was a battle itself to untangle himself from Harry to make something for the man. But Draco is nothing if not stubborn. In the end they compromised to have him make some soup and medicine then after come cuddle.
When Draco was younger he hated the idea of cooking for someone else, after all he had elves to do it for him. But when he realised how much it means to Harry to have someone cook for him, especially Draco, he resigned himself into learning cooking from Mrs Weasly and Herminone. He did not regret ever learning to do so, considering the absolute adoration that sparkles on Harry’s eyes every time he cooks for him. Lucius be damned, he was a smitten fool for Harry Potter. Casting the bowls to fly over to Harry, Draco looked around for some herbal potions. Thank Salazar for Draco’s potions, otherwise he would have to apparate to a hospital and buy medicine like a peasant. Grabbing the foul looking potion out of the other foul looking potions, Draco made his way to the living room. Harry was still curled into himself but this time with Nico cuddling to him as well. The soup untouched but the hot chocolate finished. Draco couldn’t help the snort that escaped him. Harry was a monster for chocolate, he should have expected this.
Shaking his head at the sheepish smile Harry threw him, Draco settled down to feed Harry, who was more than happy to comply. Slowly Harry finished the whole bowl. Feeling proud he refilled the hot chocolate mug and handed it to Harry.
“You really love me huh?” Harry said with a goofy smile on his face. He was grinning although it looked painful. Draco felt warm all over. He really looked like this boy. He loved his selflessness, he loved the beautiful smile, he loved his soothing voice, he loved his messy hair, he loved everything about Harry Potter.
“You wish Potter” Harry’s grin did wonders to Draco's soul. His own face mirrored Harry’s. He wondered how his father would have reacted to the news of his dating The boy who lived. Not that it really matters anymore, his mother is more than happy for him and he always valued his mother’s opinion more than his father’s. Harry finished the hot chocolate and waved it away to wash itself. After finding his hands with space, Harry tugged Draco closer than before. Instantly Draco felt how warm Harry was. Harry was positively burning next to him. If he didn’t know any better he would have thought Harry cast a warming spell. Although Harry was warm, he was shivering. Concern pooled through Draco. He brought his arms up and brought Harry’s forehead to his own, much like his mother had done when he was younger. Frowning, Draco realised that Harry’s fever was more severe than he anticipated. Knowing his boyfriend’s stubbornness to sleep, Draco was tempted to knock the man out so he would rest. Opening his mouth to voice the thought, Draco saw Harry staring at him with a small smile and hooded eyes. Draco felt like squirming under the powerful gaze. As a child he wasn’t used to so much affection directed at him without ulterior motives.
“You’re drop dead gorgeous” Needless to say, Draco was embarrassed, the butterflies in his stomach were not doing him any favours. Still Harry was looking at him like he hung the stars himself. For a moment Draco was lost in those emerald eyes. Once again he was overwhelmed with the amount of love Harry would shower him without a rest. It left Draco feeling giddy. Clearing his throat he tugged Harry to their bedroom. If it wasn’t for Harry’s fever the things they would have done in their would not have reached anyone’s ears but theirs.