Harry lay miserably, surrounded by tissues as the flu dug and grounded itself into every muscle and nerve. He groaned as a violent shiver overtook him.
"You've just got a cold" Said Hermione as she sat on the edge of his bed. "You'll be fine in a few days."
"Voldemort was easy to beat in comparison" Harry replied grumpily. Draco smirked as he stroked his husbands head. Harry moaned slightly as he cuddled back into Draco's warmth.
"You really are overreacting" She chided softly.
"He isn't 'Mione! We suffer worse than women" Ron replied matter-of-factly, causing Hermione to glare. Ron shrunk back in on himself as he shied away from her death stare.
"And anyway, how come you haven't had a pepper up potion yet?" Hermione continued as she dragged her eyes away from Ron.
"I'm brewing some at the moment" Draco replied. His eyes all for Harry. Hermione nodded.
Harry sneezed suddenly as a snake appeared over the far side of the room. They all looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
"So we're in the cursing stage of the flu, well that's good, means you're over half way through" Hermione offered trying to be helpful, only finding herself at the receiving end Of Harry's own death stare.
He sneezed again as the wardrobe in the corner suddenly shattered, clothes going everywhere.
"Oh Harry, My clothes" Draco replied softly with a sigh.
"Sorry" Harry replied with a loud sniff.
"It always comes in three's" Said Ron knowingly, his voice squeaking slightly. Harry's eyes screwed up as another sneeze erupted.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione cried as Ron flew off the bed, landing in a heap on the floor. "You've confounded him"
Draco roared "Oh Harry, do it again, Baffle him again! This is so worth having them here!"
"Cursed flu" Harry grumbled.