A/N: My deepest apologies for last chapter and not updating sooner. As was pointed out in a review (thanks to everyone for the reviews!), everything was perfect, which meant I had nothing to write about. This chapter is basically a bit of fluff to tide you over until I decide what I want to do next. Much love. Read, review and enjoy.

It was Tuesday. It had been three days since the trip to London, two days since Ron had finally asked Hermione out and one day since Ginny and Neville had broken up. It would be two days before Ginny and Neville got back together again.

Harry and Draco had told Seamus and Blaise that they were dating. Draco had told Severus and Harry had kept his mouth shut. He wasn't sure if Ron could take the news of his new relationship only two a few days after finding out that Draco wasn't going to try and kill Harry in his sleep. Consequently, Harry and Draco had not gotten to hold hands, kiss or participate in any other couple activities in public. In fact, all they'd shared was one hasty kiss on the cheek when no one was looking. Needless to say, both were slightly frustrated and sick of being surrounded by their friends, though Seamus and Blaise had no inhibitions about feeling each other up around anyone, Harry and Draco were so unsure about their relationship that they were still nervous around each other. It was actually pretty ironic considering both had been involved in numerous sexual escapades.

The result of having all this time to think and no time to act was that both boys were nervous wrecks though admittedly, Harry was the worse of the two. This was why on Tuesday night, Wednesday morning if one wanted to be technical, Harry found himself unable to sleep. He'd lain in bed for hours trying to fall asleep, but couldn't. He'd gone to the kitchens to get some tea to try and help him sleep, but he still couldn't. He'd sat in his favorite corner of the couch in the Gryffindor common room, in the dark, trying to think through things and find some peace, but he couldn't. Finally, he returned to bed, but nothing had changed. He still couldn't sleep. He couldn't get his mind off Draco. He wondered if he'd really made the best decision. They had so many differences. They couldn't even find time to be around each other. But then again, something about Draco got under his skin. He had to find out what was going to happen. When it came down to it, Harry couldn't figure out if his worries were founded in reason or fear. Eventually sheer exhaustion forced Harry to fall asleep though he still hadn't decided what he felt.

Harry woke up the next morning, coughing and sneezing. Apparently, the recent shift to cold weather combined with his current state of exhaustion and tension had been just enough to weaken his immune system. Too tired and sick to even get up, he didn't and when Ron tried to get him up, he coughed loudly and said in a weak voice that he wasn't getting up and that Ron should go on.

Ron relayed said message to Hermione who came up to fuss at Harry, but was forced to relent when she saw that he wasn't lying, but was, in fact, too ill for classes. This set off the mothering instinct in her and before she left for class, she forced Harry to drink a cup of chicken broth, take some cough syrup and promise that if he felt any worse he'd go to the infirmary. It was a relief to Harry when she left and he could actually go back to resting.

Drifting in and out of restless sleep, Harry spent the day in bed and refused to get up for lunch or dinner, much to Ron's dismay and Hermione's approval. The girl had been worried that Harry wouldn't take care of himself and Ron was worried about eating with Draco and Blaise without Harry. However, he and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table and for the day, no one sat at the brand new table.

Draco had slept restlessly. He could remember tossing and turning all night and waking up ever hour or so to look at the clock and lapse back into the most unsatisfying sleep of his life. He was upset when Harry didn't show at breakfast, but put it down to Harry oversleeping. Then, when Harry wasn't in potions, he began to worry. Then Harry was absent from lunch and then dinner and then Draco couldn't take it anymore. He did the unthinkable. He got up and walked over to the Gryffindor table to talk to Ron.

"Excuse me, Ron?"

"Yes, Mal-Draco?"

Draco frowned slightly at Ron's slip.

"Where's Harry?"

"He's in bed, sick."

Ron watched as Draco's face was transformed into a mask of concern.

"Is he ok?"

"He'll be fine; it's just a cold. Hermione thinks he's been so stressed out lately that his tendency to get colds got worse or something like that. He didn't sleep well either."

"You think he'd feel like a visitor?"

Ron looked at Draco as if he was judging the blonde and when he nodded, Hermione decided to speak.

"I think you might be just the person he needs to see. I'd be quiet though, he doesn't respond well to talking or nagging when he's sick. He'd probably like if it you just sat there with him for a little while."

"Thanks."

Draco turned to go only to be stopped by Ron's hand on his shoulder.

"You need the password."

"Oh. Are you coming with me so I can get in then?"

"It's sliding staircases."

Ron turned to walk away as Draco realized he'd just been told the Gryffindor password.

"Ron!"

Ron turned around.

"Thanks," Draco said softly.

Ron nodded once and then continued back to the Gryffindor table.

Draco made a stop by the Slytherin dorms before heading to Gryffindor. He was relieved to find that everyone was still at dinner when he walked through the empty common room. He wasn't in the mood to deal with some over protective first year. He walked up the stairs, unsure of where Harry's dorm was. Lucky for him, a fit of coughing erupted as he passed the third door. Opening it gently in case it wasn't Harry, Draco peeked around the door just in time to see Harry shuffling in from the bathroom and promptly pass out on the floor.

Draco panicked for a moment, flashbacks of the last time Harry had been sick passing before his eyes. Gathering himself together, he put the things he'd brought from Slytherin down and knelt beside Harry. Brushing Harry's fringe off his forehead, Draco realized he was hot and sweaty so he went into the bathroom and wet a towel. Bringing it back, he wiped Harry's face and throat with the towel. He hesitated for a moment before unbuttoning the boy's pajama top and wiping his chest off as well. Buttoning the shirt back up, he wiped Harry's forehead again and this time Harry's eyes fluttered open.

"Draco?" Harry croaked out.

"Yes, Harry."

"What are you doing?"

"I came to see you. You passed out as I walked in."

"Oh. I was dizzy."

"Do you want to get back in bed? I can help you."

"Yeah."

Slowly, Harry sat up, careful not to move too quickly. Draco slid an arm around his waist and put Harry's arm across his shoulders. Together, they walked across the floor slowly. Harry crawled into bed and Draco covered him up.

"Thanks."

"No problem. How are you feeling?"

"Honestly, I feel awful. My head is pounding, I can't breathe, my throat hurts, I'm exhausted, I just want to pass out and wake up in a week or two."

"Go ahead."

"I don't want to, you're here. As bad as I feel, you make me feel better. Can you stay for a while?"

"Sure, but you should rest. I brought you a few things."

Draco got up and walked over to pick up the things he'd brought. He handed Harry a plush cat that was missing one eye.

"Don't say a word. I always liked it when I was sick."

Harry smiled, weakly.

Draco then pulled out a thermos. He poured some of the liquid in a cup and put a straw in it.

"Drink this. It's spiced tea with orange and pineapple juice. It really will make you feel better."

Harry took a few obedient sips and looked at Draco, fondly.

"Thanks."

Draco blushed.

"You're welcome. Do you want to talk or just sleep?"

"Can we not talk? Will you just sit with me for a while?"

Draco smiled.

"Yeah."

"I know its silly, but when I'm sick I need people around some."

"It's not silly. I'm the same. Now, be quiet, I'll stay here, you go to sleep if you can or drink your tea if you can't."

Harry scooted down in his pillows and sipped his tea, breathing in the steam to soothe his sinuses. He finished the cup eventually and hugging the cat Draco had given him, his eyelids began to droop.

"You don't have to stay while I sleep."

Draco pulled a chair over to the bed and took hold of Harry's hand.

"Ssssh. I'll be here when you wake up."

Harry managed on more word before he fell asleep.

"Thanks."

Ron came into the dorm sometime later and was shocked at what he found. Harry was asleep in his bed, holding a strange stuffed cat. Draco was asleep in a chair. Most shocking of all was that they were holding hands. Ron stared for a while, before he smiled slightly. He pulled a blanket out of the chest at the foot of the bed and draped it over the blonde. Perhaps Draco Malfoy wasn't who he thought he was and perhaps he was just what Harry needed.

Draco woke up sometime in the middle of the night, in pain. The chair he had fallen asleep in was not meant for that purpose. He looked around, confused for a moment and then remembered he was in Harry's dorm. He leaned over the bed to check on Harry. The boy was shivering underneath several covers. Draco felt his forehead, it was burning. The rest of him was freezing. Draco hesitated for only a second before transfiguring his pants into pajama pants and climbing into bed behind Harry. He wrapped his arms around the shivering boy and was relieved to find that slowly, the shivering stopped and Harry fell into what appeared to be a more peaceful sleep. Draco felt himself slowly nodding off and finally, he too fell asleep.

Draco woke himself up with a mighty sneeze. Combining that with the scratchy feeling in his throat, the watering in his eyes and the ache in his head, Draco knew that he was officially sick. Apparently his sneeze had also woken Harry, who began to cough violently. Only when his attack had subsided did Harry realize that he was in bed with Draco.

"What are you doing?"

"Sneezing."

"I meant, what are you doing in my bed?"

"I told you I'd be here when you woke up."

Harry made a soft aw sound.

"I didn't think it would be all night or that I'd fall asleep in that chair and wake up to find you shivering with a fever. That's why I ended up in your bed. Now leave me alone, I feel like shit."

"Oh, no, I made you sick too."

"No, you didn't. It would have taken longer for me to get sick if I caught it from you. We probably caught it at the same time and it just took me longer to get sick. Now, really, be quiet. I'm going back to sleep as its obvious we're both too sick to go to class."

Draco cuddled up next to Harry and shut his eyes. Harry listened as Draco's breathing deepened before he relaxed. He dropped a kiss on the blonde's hair.

"I felt that."

Harry blushed.

"Sorry."

"I wasn't complaining. Now, go to sleep so you can take care of me tomorrow."

Harry chuckled and did as he was told.

Unbeknownst to the boys, one other person had heard everything. Ron had been woken by the sneezing and coughing. Everything, especially the kiss sound had confirmed his suspicions. He stayed in bed for a while until he heard he rest of the boys start to get up. Before anyone could get loud, he hushed them, telling them Harry needed to sleep. He didn't tell them that, Draco Malfoy hadn't left the night before and that he was asleep in Harry's bed. He just let them think whatever and waited until they'd all left before going to breakfast himself.

"Morning, Ron. Is Harry still sick?"

"Yes."

"We'll take him some tea and toast before class."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Mione."

"Why?"

"He's got company."

"What?"

"Draco."

"He was there last night."

"No, he was there all night."

"All night?" Hermione sounded scandalized.

"He fell asleep in a chair next to Harry's bed last night and apparently woke up several hours later because he was uncomfortable. Harry was shivering in his bed so Draco got in bed with him to keep him warm or something."

"Aw, Ron, that's so sweet."

"Yeah, I know. I think he gave Harry some sort of stuffed cat too. The thing looks mangled, but Harry's been holding on to it all night."

"You know what this means, Ron? Draco likes Harry. I can't believe it."

"I know. Harry likes him back."

"How do you know? Did Harry tell you? Why didn't he tell me?"

Ron sighed.

"He didn't tell me. I figured it out."

Ron blushed slightly, thinking back to hearing the kiss.

Hermione looked slightly put out and Ron knowing more than her, but she got over it quickly.

"Fine, we'll take them both tea and toast. Even if Harry doesn't eat it, Draco will."

"Draco's sick too."

"Oh, no."

"Oh, yes."

"That settles it; we have to take them something. Come on, Ron."

"Hermione, I think you should just leave them be. I'm going to sit here and eat some breakfast. I'm not coming with you. Let them sleep."

Ron yawned and reached for some tea and toast of his own, as well as some eggs and sausage.

"Fine, I'll go alone."

Hermione spelled a tray to follow her and placed tea and toast on it. She also put some orange juice on it, before walking out of the hall.

About fifteen minutes later, she was back. She sat down next to Ron and started to drink her own tea.

"Well?"

"Oh, fine. You were right. I couldn't even wake them. They looked so cute and sick and tired, all cuddled up together. I just left the tray with a keep warm spell on it and a note before coming back."

Ron smiled smugly and ate the rest of his breakfast in peace for a change.