Hogwarts Rule Number 457: Draco Malfoy no longer requires a nanny nor does he need tucking in and a "bit of a cuddle"
Hogwarts Rule Number 458: - Not even if he insists that he does, and that his father has hired me to provide said service.

'Bugger off Po-' the snarl was interrupted by a vicious coughing fit.

'No,' replied the boy legend, fluffing up the sick boy's pillows.

'I don't need your assistance,' the blonde struggled around phlegm and a dry throat.

'I know,' agreed the raven, pushing Draco back into the pillows.

'Then why are you still here?' growled the Slytherin, rubbing up against the pillows.

'Not for your benefit,' Harry said, shoving a tray onto Draco's lap.

'And how is it not?' the bedridden boy cleared his throat, 'Here you are, seeing to my needs.'

'You were irritating me,' the Gryffindor conjured a bowl of soup from the kitchen, 'Sitting across the hall from me, barely eating, coughing, sneezing, complaining –' at this the lion sat back, raised his pinkies and attempted to sound posh, 'Oh my throat! Blast this cold! Wait til my father hear-'

'I get it!' barked the snake, shoving the other boy off the bed, 'And I don't sound, nor talk like that!'

'Just a little bit,' smirked Harry, conjuring a doughy bun and utensils.

Draco began to pout, in an attempt to appear moody, however it didn't work as it was disturbed by an attack of sneezes. Harry supressed another smirk by licking his bottom lip and clearing his throat, 'eat Malfoy,' he demanded.

'Eat Malfoy,' mocked the blonde, snatching up the bread and soaking it in the broth.

The Golden Boy rolled his eyes, 'I have to make you better… you're so pathetic that it's distracting,' Harry smoothed out Draco's bed clothes, 'I can't concentrate at all whenever you're around, so you see, it's more for my benefit.'

'Well you've brought me food, now be gone, get out and don't come back if I'm so annoying and disgusting in this state,' Draco sniffled into a tissue.

'Sooo disgusting' smiled Harry, propping himself back onto the edge of the bed to watch Draco eat.

'And you're acting like a love sick puppy,' stated the blonde, kicking the raven off his bed again, 'don't watch me eat – it's unnerving.'

The Gryffindor laughed, plopping back onto the bed, 'Don't let that head of yours inflate too much,' Harry settled his chin into his palm, 'No one – including myself – could ever love you Malfoy.'

Draco swallowed around his meal, 'Right' he rolled his eyes, 'so you fawning over me is your expression of cold blooded hatred?'

'I do not fawn,' Harry frowned, '… you're an excellent anger outlet…. And a pretty decent shag, that is all.'

'Nice cover up,' snorted the smaller teen, tipping his bowl to get the last drops of soup.

The taller boy took the tray and bowl, and replaced it with a potion, 'that one's for your throat and this –' he placed another bottle on the bedside table, 'is for fever if you get one.'

Malfoy lifted the vial to his lips, 'How'd you convince Snape to make you potions?'

'I didn't – I made these myself.'

The Slytherin lowered the potion, 'and you were going to let me drink it?' his face reddened.

'Snape wouldn't make them for me, but he observed me, so they're fine,' Harry placed a hand to Draco's forehead, 'you're warming up…'

Malfoy averted his gaze, cheeks deepening in colour with embarrassment, and thinking about what Potter had to go through to even be allowed in Snape's classroom outside of hours, 'I'm fine,' he snapped.

'If you say so,' Harry pressed his lips to Draco's hairine gently, 'take your potions and rest,' and he left the Slytherin be.

Even though Draco Malfoy had become considerably better since Harry's visit, he demanded the boy come to him a good week after his cold had vanished.