TLC
"Ah-choo!"
Harry winced at the sound of his lover's raw voice and the tinkle of broken glass. A low moan drifted out from the bedroom, pitiful and whiny.
Bloodshot eyes slowly rolled over to look at him. A hand came up to flop weakly against a flushed forehead.
Draco groaned again.
"Harry-love, I think I'm dying."
The Gryffindor refrained from rolling his eyes as he set the tray down on the bedside table and held his 'dying' lover's hand.
"Draco-dear, it's just allergies. Now drink your potion."
Draco sat up with a pout- but he drank the potion.
A/N: Idea from The Sacred Feminine. Because whiny!Draco is always fun.
S. Tangerine
