"wait. I didn't mean that. Please, come back"
Draco smirked at his girlfriend from where he stood at the floo, a handful of floo powder already half thrown into the empty fireplace, "are you sure Granger?"
She huffed at him from where she'd been laid out on the couch all day, wrapped up in half a dozen blankets, with a box of tissues and Crookshanks to keep her warm, a box set of Keeping up with the Kardashians to keep her entertained.
She hadn't expected Draco to hop through the floo atfive o'clock with hot soup and cake, had been right at the edge of falling into a deep sleep when he'd sat beside her and stroked her mess of curls from her sweaty, feverish face and had promptly told him to fuck off in her dosing state.
"I'll just be going then love" he sighed dramatically, sitting up from where he'd been beside her and jolting her into awareness.
"Don't be a prat Malfoy" she mumbled, not sure whether she was upset that he might actually leave her or hat he didn't appear to be leaving the goodies he'd brought with him.
He snorted, but deposited the powder back in her pot and crossed the room to her, toeing his shoes off and slipping onto the couch beside her and breathing her in when she turned and pressed her face against his chest, her hot breath against his skin giving his crotch unrealistic expectations for the evening.
"It's not funny" he grumbled when he felt her giggling quietly against him.
"It is" she croaked, pressing herself against him and his erection a little bit tighter.