“Hey!” Draco stirred in his sleep as he heard his husband’s voice. “Good Morning, Dray!”
“Morning!” Draco grumbled, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. He opened his eyes as he felt his husband’s back of the palm touch his forehead.
“It’s gone down but it’s still there.”
“My headache holds as a proof,” he mumbled, pressing his head into his pillow.
“Well, you still have two more potion doses to down. Severus said that only after that will you start having a long-term effect from the potions.” Harry explained calmly. “Wake up! I have made you some chicken broth. You can drink it and then have those potions.”
“But I want to sleep,” Draco whined.
Harry sighed dejectedly, his fingers combing through Draco’s locks. “I understand, Dragon, but it is for your own benefit. You can have some soup, take your potion and then go back to sleep. I promise to not disturb you until the lunch hour.”
Draco pushed himself up on the bed, mumbling to himself about Harry always having his way. “Good boy,” Harry pressed a kiss on his forehead before adjusting pillows behind Draco. Draco hummed weakly.
“Here!” Harry tried passing the bowl to Draco only to have it gently pushed away. He frowned looking at Draco. Draco has been sick since yesterday evening and Merlin knows, Draco is the crankiest little baby in the world when he is a sick. Adorable but cranky.
Harry sughed as he tried but failed again at handing over the soup bowl to Draco. He held the bowl while filling the spoon with a little amount of soup and held it out to his husband. He waited patiently before Draco finally gave up and opened his mouth. But do not mistake it for him taking the bowl. No! He was sick. He needs caring. He deserves the pampering. And so, Harry continued to feed Draco at a regular pace until the bowl was empty. Banishing the bowl into the kitchen sink, he grabbed the potion vials and handed them out to Draco, who grumbled further about the distasteful poisons.
Done with the breakfast and potions, Harry tucked his husband under the blanket and closed the curtains to avoid disturbing his sleep due to the sun. He smiled softly seeing Draco pout. His husband looked innocent and untained like a child. Pressing a chaste kiss on his forehead, he was about to leave Draco’s side when he was stopped by his husband’s voice. “Don’t leave.” Draco whimpered.
Harry sat beside Draco, caressing his palm. “I am not leaving, my dragon. I’ll be around in the house.”
“No!” He pleaded. “Please, just.. st..stay.” Harry sighed at Draco’s defeated whimper and slipped under the cover, holding Draco to himself.
Draco made his way into his husband’s arms, making himself comfortable on his chest and his arms wrapped around Harry. This was comfort. This was home.
Draco smiled lightly, closing his eyes. Harry and he may not fit under the ideal couple’s definition but he was satisfied and happy with what they shared. While they did not fall in love or have sex almost ever, the depth of their relationship was something that can put other couples to shame. And that fact, somehow, soothed his heart. He has chosen to live his life with a person who may not love him but who understands him and cares for him and tolerates his quirks without losing his patience.
“Thank you!” Draco whispered.
“What for?”
“Caring for me,” he mumbled into Harry’s chest.
“I’ll forever care for you, Dray!”
“Promise?”
“Promise!”
~The End~