Holmes: pillow
Love in Motion: LorcanFred II
Auction: Accio
Word Count: 438
"I feel completely miserable," Fred groans.
Really, there's no need to say anything. He's spent the past hour or so of being awake making sure his boyfriend knows that he is very much still sick. He doesn't mean to whine, and he absolutely hates feeling so pitiful and helpless. But Lorcan is so patient and good, and Fred loves him for it.
Lorcan presses the back of his hand gently to Fred's forehead. "The potion for your fever seems to be helping," he notes before focusing his gaze on his potion set. "Accio fever potion." He catches the small vial of red liquid with an ease that would make most Seekers jealous. "Open wide."
Fred grins. "You usually fix me a drink first."
Lorcan doesn't seem so amused. His pale blue eyes roll, and his lips form a hard line. "Please?"
Grudgingly, Fred opens his mouth. His boyfriend carefully tips a dose of the bitter liquid into his mouth. Fred scowls as he forces himself to swallow it. "It's foul."
"It's necessary," Lorcan says brightly, and Fred hates his Ravenclaw logic for a moment.
With a groan, Fred sinks back into his pillow, delighting in how soft and warm it is. Everything else may have him feeling absolutely awful, but at least his pillow provides a familiar comfort.
Again, Lorcan checks his forehead. "If your fever doesn't stay down, I'm going to have to Floo your mum," he says.
Fred frowns. This is exactly why he hates being sick. Everyone has to worry and fret over him. Though he doesn't mind Lorcan spoiling and pampering him, he would really rather not have to deal with everyone else treating him like he's on his deathbed when he only has the flu.
"Please don't. Have you met her?" Fred asks, grimacing. "It'll be the end of the world."
Lorcan sighs and shrugs. "Fine. But you'd better get well soon," he huffs. "Three days without my cuddle buddy. It's getting rough."
Fred laughs and grabs a pillow before throwing it at his boyfriend. "Poor baby," he teases. "I'm sure you've been so miserable. How can my suffering even compare?"
With a smirk, Lorcan smacks him with the pillow before moving closer, pressing a cautious kiss to the top of Fred's forehead. "Point taken." His fingers brush over Fred's dark coppery curls. "Just get better."
"I promise I'm doing my best," Fred assures him with a wink.
"Maybe some soup will help."
As Lorcan goes downstairs to prepare soup for him, Fred can't help but smile. Being sick is miserable, but at least he has someone like Lorcan to look after him.
