You wake up with a headache and sit up, the room spinning. You place a hand to your head. "You okay?" A voice says. You jump, looking over. It was just Draco.

"Yeah," you respond. "Just a bit of a headache."

"You sure?" He asks, concerned.

"Yeah. I probably just need water."

"Here, babe. I'll get you a cup," he says.

He leaves the room and all you want to do is go back to sleep. You feel absolutely horrible.

He comes back in with the water and tilts his head. "You're sweating... Are you sure you're all right?"

"Yeah. I'm, uh, hot."

"But it's freezing in here..." He sets down the water and touches your forehead with the back of his hand. "You're burning up..."

"I'm fi-" You're interrupted by coughing.

"Why are you trying to hide it?" He asks when you stop coughing.

"I didn't want you to worry. We're already stressed that I won't be put in Slytherin," you answer.

"I'm not worried about this. You're strong. You'll get over this."

"Over what? Are you breaking up with me? I knew it! You don't love me! You love someone else!"

"What? No! I mean you'll get over the cold!"

"Oh." You scratch the back of your head and smile, embarrassed.

"Of course I love you. You're the only one I'll ever love. Maybe... Or maybe there'll be more people I'll love." He smiles at you kindly. You don't know why.

You quickly stand up, angry. At least your love life is distracting you from the headache, throat ache, and dizziness.

"Woah! Calm down! She'll call you mommy! Or he... Or they..."

"Oh." You sit back down, giggling. "I'm so- AUGH!" The headache comes back, and worse than before! Way worse! It's like a semi-truck! You immediately stand back up and hold both arms to your head. You start breathing heavily.

Draco starts panicking. "(Y/N)! What's wrong?!"

"My... My... head!"

"(Y/N)!" He looks around the room, panicking. "Um... Okay, okay. Um..." He looks at the bed, and back at you. "Okay! You! Lay down!" You do as he says and it helps a little. But just the tiniest bit. "Better?" He says. He tries to sound calm, but you hear the panic in his voice.

"Um... A... little," you say between breaths.

"Um, okay. I don't know any spell for this. What would a muggle do in this situation? Think, Draco, think!" You hear him whisper. You hear him whisper more things, but can't make out what he says. He must really been in the zone because the headache went away and you stopped breathing so hard. "I've got it!" He exclaims, five minutes later.

"Draco?"

"Yes, my love?"

"The headache's gone."

"...Oh."