Disclaimer: I Own Nothing. Well, a couple of things, I suppose. But the closest I come to owning Harry Potter is owning the books, so find somebody else to sue.
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When Harry opened his eyes again, he found himself lying comfortably under the blankets in Draco's bed. He glanced around the room and saw the blond boy curled up in a chair, reading a library book. Harry sighed quietly, realizing just how tired he was. Draco heard him and looked up from his book, then smiled and made his way over to sit next to Harry.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty," Draco teased him, softly. Harry gave a tired smile, and Draco brushed Harry's hair back from his forehead. "How are you feeling, love?"
"Tired," Harry mumbled. He stared up at Draco. "You all right?" Draco nodded.
"After I woke up, I had no more pain," he assured Harry, who let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Harry." He changed the subject. "You're so tired because you used nearly all of your energy on me, and you're drained. I'm grateful that you helped, but please, don't ever do that again. You've been sleeping almost thirty-six hours, and I've been quite worried."
"That long?"
Draco nodded, and Harry squinted his eyes a little, trying to sort out what he wanted to ask Draco. It was difficult, as he was so exhausted that his thoughts were mixed together and he couldn't think clearly. Finally, Harry spoke again.
"No hospital wing?" Draco chuckled and shook his head.
"Mum and Dad thought it wasn't serious enough for that," he explained. "And they thought you'd sleep better down here. Sirius and Remus have been here once or twice. They're coming for dinner tonight." Draco stood up. "I'll be right back. I promised Mum I'd tell her when you're awake." Harry nodded, and Draco left the room. He returned moments later with Katie, who carried a small tray of food.
"Hey, sweetie," she said to Harry, smiling warmly. "How would you like something to eat?"
Harry nodded, and Katie placed the tray over his lap. Draco helped Harry to sit up, then nodded to his mother, who left the room. Harry slowly reached for a spoon and dipped it into his soup. His hand trembled as he brought the spoon to his mouth, spilling more soup than he ate. He sighed and dropped the spoon into the bowl, causing some of the broth to splash onto Draco.
"Sorry," Harry mumbled, laying his head on Draco's shoulder.
"Don't worry about it," Draco assured him. He took the spoon and got a bit of soup on it, then held it to Harry's mouth. "Open." Harry accepted it, and Draco continued to feed the boy.
"Who would have ever thought that you'd have such good mothering skills?" Harry joked, tiredly. He sighed. "I feel like I'm five years old¼" Draco kissed the top of his head.
"You need to eat, and you can't very well do that if your hands are so shaky," he told him. "You'll probably be better by dinner. You just need to regain some more strength, and if that requires me to take care of you, then so be it." Harry smiled slightly and laid his head on Draco's shoulder, nestling his face in the blond boy's neck.
"I can't eat any more," he murmured. Draco placed the tray on the floor, then lay down with Harry, wrapping his arms around the dark-haired boy's waist.
"I love you," Draco purred in Harry's ear. Harry grinned and placed light kisses on Draco's neck.
"I love you, too¼" Harry yawned and snuggled up to Draco. "Don't move. I'm going back to sleep on you."
"All right. I'm not sure that I'll make a very good pillow, but whatever you want." He glanced down and smiled when he saw that Harry was already asleep.