A/N: Sorry, so sorry! I'm never around a computer when I remember about this story. It's one chapter shy of done, but enjoy all the following chapters. I forgot they were all so short, but this makes them sweeter. Right?

Day 4. Symptom 1. Fourth Appearance. Symptom 2. Second Appearance. Symptom 3. First Appearance.

It was not quite three in the afternoon, but already Draco's movements had begun to become sluggish and his blinks came fewer and far more in-between. He was currently moving around in the office searching for a book. Harry stood watching him leaning into the door jam.

"Draco," He said as the aforementioned man stifled a yawn, "you know that I know you're tired. You might as well just go to bed."

"I'm not going to sleep."

"I never said anything about sleep, I just thought that maybe you'd like to lay down for awhile."

"I'm sort of busy," Draco said, examining the bottom row of shelves.

"What are you looking for? Maybe I could help."

"No I'm fine looking on my own, thanks." He paused his search to blow thin layer of dust off a particularly thick volume. "Ah…here it is."

Draco extracted the thick book carefully and combed through its contents page. Finding what he was looking for, he snapped the book closed. Harry leaned over his shoulder to read the title 100 Useful Potions Everyone Should Know.

"I'll go have that lie down now." He said standing, depositing the book on the desk on his way out.

Harry, chuckling, watched him leave.

Two hours later the blonde found himself awaking to the smell of food cooking, making his stomach churn. With a groan he flipped over and buried his head under a pillow, hoping to mask the smell. No such luck. Groaning once more he rolled out of bed and headed towards the window seat, grabbing a throw. Taking time to situate himself he pressed open the window letting in a gust of cold fresh air. He sat breathing it all in, which is where Harry found him half-an-hour later.

With a soft knock Harry opened the door to their bedroom to be met with a cold blast. "Draco, I thought you were over this!"

"I thought you had stopped cooking revolting meals!" He accused.

"What are you talking about?"

"That meat, I can smell it burning all the way in here!"

"Burning? I'm not burning anything!"

"Maybe you don't think that you are, but I can smell."

Harry inhaled deeply through his nose. "Draco, I don't smell anything here and I was just in the kitchen. There's nothing burning. Maybe it's from outside."

"Are you suggesting that someone is having a cookout in the middle of winter and that the smell seeped through the glass just to torment me?"

"No, I-"

"Forget it, I'm going to shower." He said abandoning his post leaving the window open.

Harry crossed the room to shut the now abandoned window.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked incredulously halfway across the room.

"Shutting the window."

"I can see that, why?"

"There's no way I'm just going to leave in open for when you come out that shower, you'll get pneumonia!"

"I hope I do that way I won't be able to smell anymore!" Draco yelled back slamming the bathroom door.

"Fine freeze! What do I care?" Harry exclaimed exasperated stalking across the room and slamming the door behind him.

Draco slid down the wall, arms on his knees catching the tears as they fell.

Draco sat there miserably for nearly an hour before taking the shower he'd originally intended.

Stepping back into their bedroom he hurried to shut the window preventing more cold air from entering. Hair dripping he threw on some clothes, only after dressing did he notice they were Harry's, not caring in the least he toed on his house slippers and went towards the kitchen.

"Harry?"

Said man lifted his head from the table to look at him.

"Look I'm sorry." Draco began, "I guess I just let my feelings get the best of me sometimes."

"No, I'm sorry, I'll just stop cooking for awhile."

"No I don't want you to do that I just-I don't know."

Harry patted the chair next to him. Draco took it, wringing and unwringing his fingers together.

"It's just, I don't know."

"You've been acting odd lately. Is everything alright?"

"I just haven't been feeling up to par."

"Are you sick? Is that why you've been so tired lately?"

"My body doesn't feel like mine."

"Like an out of body experience?"

"Something like that."

"The Weasley's Christmas Dinner is three days away, do you think you'll be well enough to attended?"

"I'm sure I will."

"If not, I know Molly would understand."

Draco nodded looking around. "What'd you do with the food?"

"I threw it out."

"You threw it out?"

"Mm-hmm."

"You didn't have to do that."

"Yes, I did. It was affecting you."

"I would have dealt with it. You need to eat."

"What about you? I don't think I've seen you eat something all day."

"I'm fine."

"No you're not. We could go out?"

"I'd rather stay in."

"I could fix us something, something without meat, maybe Fettuccini Alfredo? How does that sound?"

"Sounds great to me."

"Okay. Give me a half-hour, an hour tops."

Draco started to rise from the table.

"Where are you going?"

"The office?"

"No, stay here and talk with me, we haven't done much of that for awhile. Tell me, what's on your mind?"

Harry sat the steaming plate in front of Draco.

"Dinner is served."

Harry sat down with his plate across from Draco. A few minutes into their meal Draco sat down his fork.

"Are you feeling well, you look a bit peaky."

Draco sat still for a moment regaining some color.

"Draco?"

"I'm fine I just, I think I need to lie down. Excuse me." Draco pushed himself away from the table and went back to the bedroom where he curled in a ball on the covers.

Harry entered the room shortly after and sat on the bed behind him. He lay a hand on his shoulder. "Dray, are you sure you're alright?" He whispered, unsure if the man were awake or sleep.

"Cold," the blond said simply.

Harry went to the closet and collected blankets that he piled carefully onto his lover. "Better?"

Draco nodded.

All of Harry's care was lost when Draco suddenly bolted up and sprinted into the bathroom, promptly vomiting.

"Dray?"

"I'm alright just-" bile spewed from his mouth again, "just stay there." He put up a hand to keep Harry in place as he gagged again.