A/N: Of course I own none of the characters here. I'm just playing around. Hee hee... Yeah, so... It's really rather silly, and I hope no one kills me for writing this. Have fun! Again, people, this is SLASH! Harry/Draco... yay! My favorite pairing...

Chapter 1: Sneezle Season

Draco:

I lay on my back, watching the green canopy overhead and fiddling with the ring on my left hand. My left ring finger to be exact. I knew it by touch now, its smooth surface, broken only by a tiny lightning bolt inlaid upon its silver face in obsidian. A smile, almost a smirk, but not quite, settled on my lips. Mine, I thought.

I sneezed.

"You okay, Draco?" Blaise Zambini's voice drifted sleepily over to me.

"Fine," I replied, although it came out more like "fide." I hate colds. And I never can seem to get rid of them. Silly thing, colds. Even magic doesn't seem to erase them. I grabbed a tissue from beside the bed and blew my nose.

This is why I hate colds: They make my nose hurt. They make me tired. They make me even more irritable than usual. I can't taste anything. My father always makes me feel that it's my fault I have one. Everyone avoids me.

Oh yeah. And I can't kiss Harry.

~

I shuffled down to breakfast in a foul mood. Not even the lovely breakfast spread before me could make me happy. I was sick, and I was doing my best to make sure everyone around me was just as miserable as I was. Being a seventh year Slytherin meant you had privileges like that. I could scare a first year Hufflepuff by smiling at them. Being a miserable slouch made nearly everyone run away from me.

Nearly everyone. Harry didn't run, but he didn't come within a four-foot radius of me, and it was driving me mad.

It's not really that I wanted sex. Okay, that's a lie. I did. But you just can't tell a person you love them while standing four feet away with a tissue in your hand and feel good about it.

Harry grinned at me from across four tables. We had begun sitting like that in sixth year and it kind of stuck- him at the far end of the Gryffindor table and me at the far end of the Slytherin. Of course, we still had to look through heads of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw hair, but it was okay. We could still see each other. I gave him half a smile and waved a dirty tissue in his direction.

Just seeing him made me feel 25% better.

I sneezed. Make that 15%.

~

"Mr. Malfoy! Please stay after class," McGonagall snipped at me in her snippity snippish way. I swear, her shoes snip as she walks across the floor. Her hair snips when she combs it. Her teeth- "Mr. Malfoy, I expect an answer." Her eyes snipped.

"Yes, bab," I said. Ma'am is a bit hard to say when you have a cold. Slouching a little in my seat, I sighed and watched the rest of the Slytherins and Ravenclaws exit. I hated being in Transfiguration with Ravenclaw. They're too smart for their own good and it makes me jealous. Even though I am top of our particular class. And they hate me for it. And that makes me happy.

"Mr. Malfoy," she snipped, drawing my attention back to her. Professor Snip was crossing the room towards me, something cupped in her hands. "I think this might help you with your cold. It won't cure you, of course, but it might help the tissues to feel softer." She handed me a little ball of something white. "Just rub this over the tissues you are going to use before you use them. I promise you that it helps." She smiled wryly at me. "Get better soon. Harry's going a bit nuts without you."

I felt my entire face sprout into flame. "Yes bab," I mumbled to the best of my abilities.

"Now shoo! I have work to do."

As I exited the door, a pair of green eyes greeted me from behind round glasses exactly four feet away. "Hullo you little prick."

"Hullo do you doo, stupid arse." I blew my nose. Professor Snip was right. And I should probably stop calling her that- it's too close to Snape.

"Feeling any better?" Harry smiled at me curiously.

"Doh." I said miserably. I had meant to say "no." I really had. I twisted the ring on my finger. "Still wand me do have this?" I felt a blush running over my cheeks again. AGAIN. Why can't I stop these damned blushes? They're incredibly irritating.

"Yeah, silly." Harry laughed. "Stop asking me. This is what, the fifth time?"

"Sixth," I corrected and then sighed and suppressed a smile. "I just ab not sure why you're so bluddy dice."

"Probably because I'm bloody in love with you."

"Thad's a stupid thig to do," I said, offhand, a little laugh leaking out.

"Fall in love?" He pretended to sound hurt.

"You bed."

"I'd love to bed you, but you're sick and we aren't married yet."

"You ad your stupid rigidity."

"You mean virginity?"

"I bean... oh shud ub, Harry." I growled a little and kicked at a tiny stone that had the misfortune of being in my way.

"You gonna be okay for Quidditch?"

I glared at him. "Quiddidch is by life."

He pouted. "Not me?"

"I cad touch you!" I wailed, flailing my arms and catching an unsuspecting Gryffindor third year on the top of her head. She squealed and Harry helped her up, apologizing for me. I glared at him again. "I could have dud thad byself, Harry."

He laughed. "You haven't even told me you're sorry, stupid git."

"Shud ub."

"I love you, Draco," he said, seriously, ignoring the weird looks that a pair of Hufflepuff girls was giving us. He kissed the air around my four-foot bubble. "I miss you. And I can't wait for you to get better."

I turned red. He looked so silly and adorable. But sure as hell I wasn't going to be caught doing something that odd. "I love you, doo," I mumbled, wishing I knew an anti-embarrassment spell. And I hoped to any god there was that Ron Weasley or Pansy Parkinson was NOT behind me. There must be a god, because the only person there was a rather embarrassed looking Gryffindor sixth year.

~

Harry:

I felt so bad for him, but really, it was incredibly amusing watching Draco be sick and all. He said the funniest things, and he got childishly angry all the time. Well, not all the time, but quite a lot. I love it when he stamps his little foot, trying to get his way.

"What class are you going to?"

"Herbology," he replied, sniffling and rubbing at his nose. "Dab plads."

"You should be nice to plants," I chided, teasingly. "They're saving you from dripping bogies all over your robes."

He huffed and looked so forlorn that I almost ran to him. Almost. I really hate colds, and I didn't want to catch one.

This is why I hate colds: They make my nose hurt. They make me tired. They make me even more irritable than usual. I can't taste anything. Ron treats me like it's my fault every time that I get one. Everyone avoids me.

Oh yeah. And I can't kiss Draco.

We said our good-byes and I trotted off to Divination while he trudged down to Herbology. I wish we had more classes together. Or, correction- I usually wish we had more classes together. This time, I was rather glad. He was too sick to touch and too lovely to stay away from.

~

"I don't know why you take that stupid class." Hermione glared at Ron and me from across the table. "It's utterly pointless. Even Muggle Studies is more useful." She sniffed and poured herself a glass of pumpkin juice.

Ron made a face.

I laughed. "Really, Hermione, it's not that bad once you know what to do. Just fake your stars. Pretend you're going to die a million horrible deaths, and Trelawney will absolutely love you." Suddenly, I sneezed.

Seamus backed away from my left side. "Harry... you didn't catch Malfoy's cold, did you?"

"No," I said, a bit crossly. "I've stayed outside the required four foot bubble. It's just a sneeze."

Ron snickered. "Yeah, right, Harry."

I gave him my best glare. "Don't you people think that if I could be happily snogging with Draco in the closet I would be?"

Another sickly face from my best friend, as he tried not to vomit. Hermione nodded briskly. Dean and Seamus grinned at each other widely and leaned in for a kiss. "Not at the lunch table!" shrieked Neville, clapping his hands over his eyes.

~

I sat on the windowsill that night, chin resting on my knees. Usually, this would be the time to go out and meet Draco to go make out behind the statue of Apollo in the garden, but it's not good when he has a cold. He's such a particular boy. So superstitious and all.... but I love him dearly.

I sat there, remembering and wishing that he was not quite so far away.

The first time Draco and I kissed was like heaven. We had been becoming close for a while, so it shouldn't have been as big of a shock as it was. But you must agree with me, it is not usual for boys to kiss each other. Is it? I mean, I've never seen Ron kiss another boy. Or Neville. Or ... well, I'll stop now. My other roommates bear no mentioning here.

Draco and I had been stargazing, supposedly for Astronomy homework, but it was turning into a little fortune telling event for me. I suppose I picked up more in Divination than I thought. I remember lying there and watching the stars....

~

// Harry laughed. "You don't really think that they tell the future do you?"

"Well, let's put it this way. They're a lot bigger, more powerful, and older than we are, so why the hell shouldn't they have a little bit of power over our lives?" Draco thought for a moment. "More than a little, really."

"Just because stars are big and powerful doesn't mean they have any influence. I mean, look at-"

"If you say 'me and Voldemort' I'm going to kill you."

"I wasn't."

"Good."

"You said Voldemort."

"So what?"

"So no one says that. They always say 'You Know Who' or 'The Dark Lord'. Only person I've ever heard call him by his real name was Dumbledore. And me." Harry rolled onto his side, turning his eyes towards the blonde.

Draco looked over. "And me, stupid." He gave a short laugh and sat up. "Lord, Potter- I don't remember ever laughing the way I do when you're around."

Harry's eyebrows flicked. "Yeah, me falling off my broom is such a riot."

"Shut up. I mean when you're just..." There was an embarrassed silence.

"What?" Harry coaxed.

"When you're just with me," came the soft reply. Draco's eyes shone silver in the night. "It makes me..."

"Happy?" The Boy who Lived was rather hopeful.

"Oh, I don't know." Draco flopped back down, feeling the heat rushing over his cheeks.

Harry scooted closer to him and leaned up on one elbow so that his face was above the other boy's. "You make me feel happy, Draco Malfoy." Leaning in, he meant to brush his lips against Draco's, but it didn't quite work out that way.

Draco grabbed Harry's head and pressed their mouths together, not bothering with the ritual closed mouth peck that starts things off. His tongue slid into the dark haired boy's mouth, probing and tasting every part of Harry Potter that he could.

Surprised, but extremely happy, Harry kissed back, his arms sliding around Draco's frame..... //

~

I sighed, coming back to reality. I hate not being able to touch him. Really, it should be a crime to have a cold.

I crawled into bed, feeling sorry for myself.

~

To be continued..... (Yes, I know there is no plot. I just want to have a little happy story. Well.. no plot yet...)