Title: Bless You!

Author: Belle Marie LePrince

Genre: Romance

Rating: M

Pairings: Harry & Ron

Summary: Short drabble: Harry's got a wizard cold, and Ron is left to take care of Harry.

Date: November 26, 2010

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor are the characters mine. I just like playing with their minds and in their world. J. K. Rowling owns everything. * Any characters that are unfamiliar belong to me; please do not use them without my permission.

WARNING! This story contains a male/ male relationship, and may include male intimacy and male intercourse. If you don't like it; DON'T READ IT! You have been warned. I don't want any flames because of this relationship or pairing. Thanks, Belle

Harry felt absolutely awful. It was that time of year; the season in which everyone exempted cold symptoms. Never mind that Harry had never shown these symptoms. He had never had a cold before. However, this year every single Weasley had gotten colds, except for Ron.

Ron. His lover. The only one who had not gotten a cold. So why was it that he had gotten one?

Just then the bedroom door opened. Ron stuck his head through to make sure he was awake and then entered the bedroom.

"Hey! How are you feeling?" he asked sitting down on the bed.

"Awful," he whispered. "My head is splitting, I can't breathe, and my entire body hurts from coughing." As if to prove his point he broke off into a coughing fit.

"Poor baby," Ron murmured as he swept Harry's sweaty hair off his forehead. "It's almost lunchtime. Is there anything I can get you?"

"Soup," said Harry. "And some water." Ron nodded.

"I'll be right back." Harry nodded this time sinking back into the bed, exhausted.

However, just before Ron came through the door a second time, Harry sneezed causing an outburst of magic.

When Ron entered he repaired the broken lamp with a wave of his wand.

"Sorry," said Harry as Ron helped him sit up.

"Don't worry." Harry was almost done with his soup, Ron sitting by his side keeping him company, when he started sneezing again. This time he couldn't stop.

First, the lamp broke again. Then the walls changed from a pale cream to a dark green as well as all the pictures in the room flipping upside down.

Harry flopped back, sore to the bone.

"Will this ever stop?" he moaned as Ron fixed the room again.

"Eventually," said Ron answering his sarcastic question. "You just have to let it run its course."

"Make it stop," he whimpered breaking into another coughing fit. Thankfully nothing changed or broke this time.

Ron wordlessly handed him a headache and pain reliever potion and cast a charm to soothe his throat, so that he wouldn't cough anymore.

"Feel better?" he asked after helping him sink down into the pillows. Harry nodded.

"Much. It doesn't feel like I'm going to die now." Ron laughed.

"Anything else I can do for you?" he asked. Harry looked up at him as Ron rose from the bed.

"Get undressed and get in bed with me?" Harry asked.

"Harry we can't have sex now. You're sick," said Ron. Harry liked the fact that Ron hadn't mentioned that he would get him sick.

"I want you to lay with me," he said. "Your clothes will only make me hot." Ron sighed and began undressing.

"Never say I don't do anything for you," he said crawling into the bed beside Harry. Harry sighed as Ron aligned his naked body with his own, wrapping and arm around his waist and pulling him back against his chest.

"Never," whispered Harry. His last conscious thought was that he would hate himself when Ron got a cold.

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