Tender Loving Care
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bleedingangel84Title: Tender Loving Care
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, sexual suggestion, Major Fluff
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
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hogwarts365 Prompt 216- "Nothing goes right."; Cough; Crafting
Notes: Written for me, just because I needed some fluff this week. I hope readers enjoy it.
Summary: Draco attempts to make breakfast for a sick Harry
“Damn it! Nothing ever goes right around here! Fuck!”
“Draco?” Harry croaked. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing!” he answered a shade too cheerfully.
“Are you sure, love? I can come and help.”
“No, Harry! I told you I was going to make you breakfast in bed, and that’s what I’m going to do. You rest. That cough is horrible. Shacklebolt works you too hard.”
“You always say that,” Harry complained.
“And it’s always the truth, isn’t it? Don’t try to deny it. This cold is your body’s way of telling you to slow down a bit. You should try listening for once.”
“All right. Are you sure you don’t need help with breakfast? I can always eat cereal.”
“I’m crafting a masterpiece, Harry, you’ll see. Now get back in bed before you pass out. You look like death warmed up.”
“You always say the sweetest things, don’t you?” Harry teased sarcastically.
“Don’t make me chase you back to bed, Potter.”
“You can chase me back to bed any time you like, Draco.”
“Why don’t we save that for after you feel like yourself again? Being sneezed on doesn’t exactly inspire lustful thoughts.”
“Fair enough. Do I smell something burning?”
“Oh, fuck! That’s the eggs! I fail as a human being.”
“You do not, love. It’s the thought that counts.”
“You can’t eat thoughts, Harry. I so wanted to make you breakfast myself. I suppose I’m just not very domestic. I should’ve just taken Pansy’s advice and got the house-elves to make you something nice. I’m sorry.”
“Draco, don’t worry. I love that you wanted to make me breakfast. It doesn’t matter if everything’s burnt or not. Just knowing that you care for me that much is enough to make me feel better all on its own.”
“You are such a sap, Harry James Potter.”
“It takes one to know one, Draconis Lucius Malfoy.”
“Why don’t I call Emilio’s and order breakfast in? That way, it should at least be edible.”
“That sounds wonderful. Will you get into bed with me?”
“Whatever you want, Harry. I just want to do what I can to make you better, that’s all.”
“You always do, love. You are the best medicine.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, sexual suggestion, Major Fluff
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 216- "Nothing goes right."; Cough; CraftingNotes: Written for me, just because I needed some fluff this week. I hope readers enjoy it.
Summary: Draco attempts to make breakfast for a sick Harry
“Damn it! Nothing ever goes right around here! Fuck!”
“Draco?” Harry croaked. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing!” he answered a shade too cheerfully.
“Are you sure, love? I can come and help.”
“No, Harry! I told you I was going to make you breakfast in bed, and that’s what I’m going to do. You rest. That cough is horrible. Shacklebolt works you too hard.”
“You always say that,” Harry complained.
“And it’s always the truth, isn’t it? Don’t try to deny it. This cold is your body’s way of telling you to slow down a bit. You should try listening for once.”
“All right. Are you sure you don’t need help with breakfast? I can always eat cereal.”
“I’m crafting a masterpiece, Harry, you’ll see. Now get back in bed before you pass out. You look like death warmed up.”
“You always say the sweetest things, don’t you?” Harry teased sarcastically.
“Don’t make me chase you back to bed, Potter.”
“You can chase me back to bed any time you like, Draco.”
“Why don’t we save that for after you feel like yourself again? Being sneezed on doesn’t exactly inspire lustful thoughts.”
“Fair enough. Do I smell something burning?”
“Oh, fuck! That’s the eggs! I fail as a human being.”
“You do not, love. It’s the thought that counts.”
“You can’t eat thoughts, Harry. I so wanted to make you breakfast myself. I suppose I’m just not very domestic. I should’ve just taken Pansy’s advice and got the house-elves to make you something nice. I’m sorry.”
“Draco, don’t worry. I love that you wanted to make me breakfast. It doesn’t matter if everything’s burnt or not. Just knowing that you care for me that much is enough to make me feel better all on its own.”
“You are such a sap, Harry James Potter.”
“It takes one to know one, Draconis Lucius Malfoy.”
“Why don’t I call Emilio’s and order breakfast in? That way, it should at least be edible.”
“That sounds wonderful. Will you get into bed with me?”
“Whatever you want, Harry. I just want to do what I can to make you better, that’s all.”
“You always do, love. You are the best medicine.”