"Ten points to Slytherin." Professor Snape awarded you during a potions lesson.
You smiled as the others congratulated you on the way out of class. Draco sneezed beside you. "Ugh." He groaned in a sick voice.
"Draco are you alright?" You asked, trying to hold have laughter.
Draco sneezed again before launching into a series of hacking coughs. "What is this gross feeling?" He asked himself.
"Draco, I think you have a cold." You told him.
"What? That awful common muggle awfulness!" He croaked.
"Yes." You chuckled.
Draco groaned.
"Do you want a walk to the hospital wing?" You asked, the rest of your classmates had left by now and were off to their classes.
"No one must know I have this dreadful ailment." He whined.
"To the common room it is then." You said, taking his arm and leading him down to the dungeons.
Once you got in there, Draco collapsed on the green couch on the common room. You thought he'd immediately fallen asleep, but when you turned to get back to your charms class, he grabbed your wrist. His hand was cold and clammy. "Ew, Draco! Now I'm gonna get sick." You whined.
He withdrew his hand, weird about the contact already. "Sorry, it's just, please stay." He croaked.
You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. "I have charms."
"Who needs charms class? You already know all that will be taught in there." He protested.
"Whilst that may be true, someone still has to tell Professors Snape and Flitwick that you won't be attending class today." You told him.
He sneezed then sighed, sniffing. "Fine, be back soon."
You gave him a look, "Please." He muttered. Your look softened with sympathy for the cute Slytherin.
You smiled a little back at him before heading out to find Professor Snape.
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Professor Snape pardoned both you and Draco from class. You had always been a personal favorite of his. You weren't sure why he liked it so much that you absolutely despised Hermione Granger for never morning when she should talk or help people.
He even said that he'd personally go to Flitwick to excuse the two of you so that you could get some soup and snacks for Draco from the kitchen.
Most of the elves were rather polite to you, but some weren't so fond of Slytherins. Dopey was your personal favorite. Not just the fact that he was literally named for one of the seven dwarves of Snow White, but he also favored Slytherins over the other houses.
"Hello Mistress, How May I serve?" He asked with a bow.
"Draco's sick, get me the best soup for sore throats. Make sure it's to his liking as well." You ordered.
"Yes Mistress." He backed away and you waited.
A small girl house elf approached you with your favorite drink, "how'd you know my favorite?" You asked her suspiciously.
"Brother told me." She squeaked, not because she was shy. Just because that was the way her voice was.
"You're Dopey's sister?" You asked.
"Indeed. I'm Drusilla."
I snorted, she was literally named for one of the step-sisters in Cinderella.
She rolled her big brown eyes, "are you going to take the drink or not, domina?"
You raised your eyebrows at the sass, and the sophisticated lingo of the young elf. You took the drink from her and took a small sip. You weren't sure whether to be disgusted or intrigued by the young ones sass. You couldn't decide before Dopey brought over a steaming bowl of soup.
"Serve to Master Malfoy while hot Mistress." He told you.
"Yes, thank you Dopey." You said and headed out.
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You came back in to the common room to find Draco lying on the couch asleep. You cast a warming charm on the soup and set it down on the table with a muffling charm.
With nothing to fill your time you picked up the nearest book to you. It was a book of old muggle fairy tales. You were surprised the Slytherins would have anything even remotely involved with muggles. You wondered whose it was. Of course you were a half-blood and you were raised by your wizard father. So you knew all the children's tales.
You sat on the seat near the head of the couch. You opened the book and Draco opened his grey eyes. "What are you reading?" He asked.
"A fairy tale." You answered.
"What is a fairy tale?" He asked.
"It's a story that's fantasy. Muggles read them." You said cautiously.
"Read aloud." He said, still scratchy voice.
"Eat your soup while I read." You told him.
He sat up with a grunt and picked up the soup. You picked up a paper clip to transfigured it into a spoon. "You're so smart." He told you.
You were surprised, Draco never handed out compliments. Then again he was tired.
"This one is called; The Ugly Duckling." You began. Draco slurped his soup before laying back down and closing his eyes. A few times you thought he was asleep and tried to start reading in your head. But every time his eyes would snap open and he'd ask why you stopped.
By the end of the book it was nearly dinner time and you were getting hungry. "The end." You whispered as your stomach growled.
Draco's silvery eyes opened dreamily, "You should go eat."
His throat was not sounding better from the soup, it probably took a while to work it's magic. "And you're staying?"
He nodded weakly. You got up and grabbed your cloak.
Down at the Slytherins table, you sat beside Blaise Zabini. "Hey Y/n, hows Draco doing?" He asked.
You shook your head, "Not well."
The next morning you got up to find your dorm empty. "Oh no! I must've slept in!" You thought aloud.
You dressed quickly and headed down into the common room to find Draco groaning on the couch. "Draco, are you alright?" You rushes over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He'd slept in his school uniform.
He just groaned again, rubbing his stomach and shaking his head. "I'll get you something from the kitchen elves."
And you hurried down to the portrait of the fruit bowl.
Drusilla met you at your entrance. "Mistress you're back. Does domina need another bowl of soup for the throat?" She asked.
You shook your head. "Stomach this time. Do you have anything that can be done in a hurry?" You asked.
She nodded, "Daisy, Dale, Donald. We need the special tummy recipe stat."
Three little house elves started working quickly in the kitchen. Dopey walked up beside Drusilla. "Mistress." He bowed.
You nodded. "How many of you are there?" You asked watching the three other elves in astonishment.
"Seven Madame." Dopey answered.
You widened your eyes at the small elf, "Really, are you the eldest?" You asked.
"No that's brother Disney. I'm second domina."
You smiled, "I wish I had a sibling. I'm an only child."
Drusilla wrinkled long curved nose, "No you don't, it gets rather racous around the summer when we're back with baby Dumbo."
"You have a baby brother?" You asked.
"Well he's not really a baby mistress. He's a two." Dopey corrected.
Just then Donald brought over your soup with small oven mits. You used your cloak to cover your hands from the burning soup. "Thank you."
Draco was still writhing on the couch when you got back. "I got you something from the house elves." You handed him the burning soup, still wrapped in your cloak. "It's really hot right now, so you might wanna wait."
Draco pulled out his wand from his pocket and tried to perform a cooling charm, but sneezed in the middle and created a small blizzard in the soup bowl.
You sighed and took the now freezing bowl from him, setting it on your lap and pulling out your wand.
"Proximum Calidi." You whispered and steam rolled from your wand asthe warming charm seeped into the bowl. You gave it back to Draco. "You shouldn't perform charms when you're sick." You muttered when he gave you a look of admiration.
He smiled weakly while he sipped his soup, putting it back on the table beside the emerald couch. He began sitting up and you shivered. You're cloak now had soup spills on it, so you were thinking of putting a washing charm on it and hanging it out the window of yours and Pansy's room.
"There's a clean jumper in my dorm." Draco grunted.
You smiled putting up your robe to dry and cursing yourself for thinking you wouldn't need a jumper. You walked back down and into Draco's dorm. For some reason there wasn't a jinx on the boys stairs like there was for the girls'.
The green hoodie was a Slytherin one. Like one muggle believers might wear. You slipped it on and soaked up the warmth like a sponge.
You walked down the stairs to find Draco sitting up and draining the soup. He looked over at you before blushing and looking down. He patted the seat on the couch beside him. He sat in the middle. You sat tentatively beside him and he yawned, stretching his arms out and reaching one over your shoulder casually.
You cleared your throat awkwardly. "Uhm, are you tired?"
"A little." He admitted.
"Well it's important for you to get some sleep while your sick..."
"I'm fine." He cut you off.
"Draco." He looked into your glare. "Sleep." You started to get up when he removed his arm but he let his head fall into your lap and looked up at you.
His actions said he wasn't moving but his eyes asked for permission.
Even though your heart was racing you let out a huff of fake frustration, looking away to hide your blushing cheeks.
"You look good in green." He muttered to you before falling asleep.
After a while of just staring at his peaceful sleepy face, you started pulling your hands through his light hair. You smiled a little down at him and he opened one eye. Startled, you took your hand away and looked to your right quickly averting your gaze from his.
He smirked at you, then took your hand and put it back on his head, his pale face gaining some color.
The corners of your mouth turned up slightly as you combed his hair with your fingers again.
Eventually you fell asleep as well and neither of you woke up until your fellow Slytherins filed into the room. As soon as the chatter started and died down as they saw you and Draco, the both of you sat up and looked around.
"What?" You asked defensively at all the eyes that lingered on you. Then you stomped up to your dorm to fetch a quill to do your work.
Pansy dropped it on your lap angrily as soon as you sat back down beside Draco.
You began with an essay for Astrology. Blaise came in a little later and sat on the other side of Draco, handing him his work just as you finished up your wrist movement practice for charms class.
"Can I borrow this?" Draco asked, picking up your bright green quill.
You nodded, tucking your wand away. "So, how are you feeling Draco?" Blaise asked.
Draco flares up at his friend, annoyed. "Fine."
Blaise looked at you. "He seems to be doing better since I brought him a little concoction from the elves.
Blaise nodded, "Good to hear. Maybe the both of you will be ready to join us tomorrow."
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You'd fallen asleep after getting into your pjs but Rory woke you up almost as soon as you fell asleep. "What?" You groaned.
"Shh." She whispered with a nervous glance at Pansy. She took your hand and led you downstairs where Draco tossed and turned in his sleep.Blaise had gotten him into his pjs, but he'd wanted to sleep back on the couch. "Rory, what's all this about?" You asked upset at being woken from your sleep.
She pointed at Draco. "Pansy's getting jealous at all the time you're spending with him."
You crossed your arms. "So?"
"Pansy can get really, how do I say this, cold. If she thinks your out to get Draco's heart. She'll stop you before you can. One way or another." She warned.
Blaise camedown the stairs, "Also, Draco can't sleep we need you to help him.
"Why me?" You asked for so many more reasons than just helping Draco sleep.
Rory rolled her eyes, "You're the only one he'll take, duh."
This time it was your turn to roll your eyes. But you shook him awake anyhow. He grabbed your wrist, fear written across his face. Grey eyes wide. "Y/n, you're here. You're safe, you're here." He whispered, resting his head on your outstretched arm.
You glanced at where Rory and Blaise had stood, of course by now they'd disappeared. "Yeah, I'm here." You sat down on the edge of the couch and Draco pulled you into a hug.
Draco never hugged any one. Why were you any different?
"Are you okay Draco?" You asked.
He pressed his head against your collar bone. "Now that you're here? I am."
You're face burned as he released you. "Er, I guess I can go now?" You said as more of a question.
"Don't go. Please." He whimpered.
You sat back down and he pulled you into his arms. "Don't ever leave me."
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By the next morning Draco seemed to be feeling a whole lot better, but when you tried to get up, your head pounded and you started seeing spots. "Ooh."
Draco came down the stairs from the boys' dormitory looking better rested than he had in 3 days. "Y/n are you good?" He asked.
You rolled your eyes, causing you to get a little dizzy, "Do I look fine?" You croaked, your voice just as scratchy as Draco's had been.
Draco laughed, "I'll go tell Professor Snape that we're going to need a few more days off." And he headed out.
He came back with the same hot soup that you had gotten for him from Dopey and his siblings.
"Thank you." You rasped.
"It's the least I can do after you took care of me."
You sipped some of the burning soup, you're throat and sinuses clearing up almost immediately. You drained half the bowl before handing it to Draco, who set it on the table. He sat on the edge of the couch and began rubbing your feet.
You smiled and blushed a little. Then you cleared your throat. "So, about last night...what was that about?" You asked.
"Just a nightmare. You should probably get some rest." He told you, rubbing your shins.
"What was it about?" You asked him, he grimaced. "If you don't want to say that's fine." You yawned.
By the time he spoke you were half asleep. "I lost you, I guess I realized how much I needed you from it. You complete me Y/n. You're more of a home to me than anything else. I can't lose you. To never hear your lovely voice or see your beautiful face...your my other half, I can't lose you." You smiled weakly, wanting to find something to say, but you were already asleep. "I love you." He whispered.
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A/n; I haven't updated in forever, I'm so sorry. I hope you liked this though. Try to guess who you think is next, I'll give you two hints; he has a nickname and is a known trouble-maker.