Disclaimer: Er. I wish Al and Scorpie were mine, but I think they just run around in my head for the fun of it. (Or, Albus does, Scorpius just tries to chase him down.)
Notes: This is because I've seen SO MANY sappy romance fics where someone takes care of his/her sick guy/girl. Except, Al and Scor are boys. I figure it should probably involve more sarcasm and suggestive banter.
Also, it's set at Malfoy Manor while Al is visiting for winter holidays.
Oh, and, I figured I should mention. In my world, Albus is a Slytherin. Scorpius just uses Hufflepuff as a derogatory term.
Hot Soup
Albus opened his eyes, feeling like he probably shouldn't. A blurry form that looked kind of like Scorpius was staring down at him.
"Albus, since you're an utter blockhead and can't figure such things out on your own, it is left to me to tell you that you're sick, and therefore not moving from this spot."
"But," Albus tried to protest.
"No." Albus whined. Scorpius paid no attention and proceeded to give him some sort of potion. "Drink it," ordered Scorpius, and Albus glared at him.
"You're so mean, ordering me around."
The blond sighed. "It'll make you feel better. Drink it."
"Will you cuddle with me if I do?"
"No," answered Scorpius with a long-suffering sigh, "It'll get me sick, and then no one will take care of you."
"But…" Albus frowned. "Why are you being so mean? At home, Mum and Dad always let me have my way when I'm sick."
"I'm not your parents, Albus, and I don't want to get in that bed because the last time you said just a cuddle was not just a cuddle." The dark-haired boy was pouting now.
"It'll make me feel better, though."
"Albus. I'm not going to molest you while you're sick; it'll just make it worse. Even if you're willing. Now let go of my arm so I can get you some food and me some circulation."
Scorpius disappeared out the door of his bedroom, shaking his arm. Albus drank his potion, feeling a little miffed.
After forever, which Scorpius thought of as about ten minutes, the blond returned, holding a tray with a bowl of soup. Scorpius sat down on the bed and spooned out the liquid, looking like he was about to taste it.
Albus was surprised when the soup suddenly appeared next to his mouth.
The trend continued for quite a while, with Scorpius holding the soup next to his mouth and then giving it to Albus out the blue. Finally, Albus's curiosity got the best of him. "What are you doing?" he asked.
Scorpius looked up. "Feeding you soup, you bloody Hufflepuff."
"No, I meant, why do you keep holding it up to your mouth? If you want some you can just have some."
Albus decided Scorpius had a very impressive eye-roll.
"I'm cooling it so you don't burn yourself." As if in afterthought, he suddenly added, "Idiot."
"I thought that involved, you know, blowing."
"I am blowing, but it's more effective this way than me huffing noisily at it," grouched Scorpius testily.
An awkward silence followed, until a grand retort struck Albus. He grinned. "I dunno, Scor, generally when I blow it's a lot noisier." The response, Albus concluded, wasn't bad. Scorpius raised an eyebrow and stared at him for a few moments, and just when Albus was about to give up on his sometimes-challenged blond, Scorpius burst into laughter.
"All right," said Scorpius finally, feeding him the last of the soup. "If you behave and stop whining at me, you can show me proper blowing techniques once you're better." Albus beamed happily at him.
"You do love me, don't you?"
Scorpius sighed. "Just go to sleep, Albus."