Silwen lay curled up in bed, shivering despite the layers of blankets Tulette had put on top of her. She coughed as she turned a picture book; words and letters were too much for her headache. A headache that felt like tap dancers were practicing on her skull.
With another cough, she closed the book and her eyes, taking a deep breath. Draco had flown out to buy a cough-relieving potion for her; they had run out and Silwen had fallen ill as she was brewing it.
Sleeping potions were too risky at the moment (though she desperately wanted one to ignore her headache); her immune system had weakened, which would heighten a Sleeping potion's effects-something she did not want at all.
Draco returned half an hour later, and smiled, kissing her forehead. "Hi." He walked over to their bathroom and turned a bath on for her then got a cup from their kitchen. "Here's this," he said pouring the potion into it. "Can you drink it yourself?"
She nodded and sat up, hand stretched out for it. "Thank you," she said after she had drank the potion.
"You're welcome," he replied then picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. "I'm closing my eyes." Draco set her on the ground and let her guide his hands to help her get her pyjamas off. Once he heard the tap turn off and water splashing he opened them. "I'll be just outside the door if you need anything."
"Wait. Draco?"
"Yes?"
Silwen smiled up at him, her head the only part of her visible; the rest of her was covered by a wall of soapy bubbles. "I love you."
In response, Draco leaned down and kissed her on the lips. "Love you too, Sil."