==Fireplace==

It was quite an understatement to say that he was cold. Freezing was a more likely term. After all he'd just come in from getting stuck in a sudden snow storm. Oh, of course the snow storm hadn't been there in the first place. No, the white fluff had only been lightly falling when he'd ventured to go hang out with his friends. There had been word of a storm approaching but Harry had waved it off, as well as the worries of both Draco and Tom, saying that he'd be fine. Even Hermione, though reluctant, had decided to head out with the dark haired man and the others.

Everything had gone well. They'd done their shopping, had lunch, and now Harry was taking the long walk back to the house from where they'd dropped him off just outside of the wards. It was then that he'd noticed how the winds had picked up and that the snow was beginning to multiply around him. By the time he had actually gotten into the large manor he'd been covered from head to toe in snow with his hair practically frozen solid in place.

The warmth of the home was greatly appreciated, but it had the snow melting instantly so that his once simply frozen clothes were now soaking wet. Shivers racked his body and his teeth chattered in sync. God was he cold, but he knew that he needed to hurry and get out of his wet garments before he caught a cold, let alone that one of the two other men in the house found him. He only wanted to get warm, not a scolding for his foolishness.

Unfortunately for him he'd barely managed to get his shrunk bags out of his jacket when he suddenly started coughing. It only took moments for the two other residents of the house to find him. They had come like cats to a bowl of cream or a fly to a bright glowing light. Just a glance at the silver and crimson orbs made him realize how much he didn't deserve the coddling that they were giving him. He had been at fault for going despite their warnings. God he felt miserable.

"Don't start," he managed to mumble as he felt another batch of coughs come forth. Draco shot Tom a look to be quiet, but Harry could tell that both of them wanted to do nothing more than scold him and give him a good old fashion "I told you so."

"Come on, let's get you by the fire," Tom managed to say as he attempted to dry Harry's hair with a towel, his clothes already long gone along with his purchases from earlier. Draco already had him wrapped in at least two blankets in those few minutes.

A light push from both Draco and Tom had him moving forward for they could guide him to the main living room where a large fireplace blazed brightly. Even if his glasses hadn't been removed already, the wet hair that dangled in front of his eyes prohibited him from seeing much other than the blurs of his lovers and that of the bright glowing orange of the fire. He felt himself being pulled down onto the large couch that sat in front of the fire, both of his lovers sitting on either side of him.

"M'sorry," he mumbled as he tried to lose himself in the many blankets that were wrapped around him. He knew he probably looked like some child and the sniffles weren't helping his case. But neither Tom nor Draco made any comment to how childish he may look. Instead Tom pulled him close to his chest while Draco wrapped his arm from the other side, resting his head on Harry's shoulder.

"You know you're going to end up with a fever by the end of tonight." Draco's statement only made him even more aware to the chills that rocked his body and the building pressure above his eyes.

"I know." It hadn't needed an answer, but he still gave it. Just as he knew that both men would coddle him until he was well again.

"Will you listen to us next time, kitten?" He gave a small nod and cuddled closer to Tom after the other spoke. Oh, he knew that he'd probably go do something stupid again despite what they would say, but for now he'd agree. After all he'd rather remain cuddled between the two in front of the warm fire than argue with them about who was right or wrong.

All three remained quiet for some time with only a few sniffles interrupting the silence. They had moved from their previous spots to become more comfortable. Tom's hand ran through Harry's hair as the younger male lay sprawled across their laps, his head comfortably in Tom's lap. He could see Draco leaning against Tom while the blonde's hand gently rubbed circles on his thigh. Even if the other two had spoken up, Harry barely noticed. Already he could feel the lull of sleep taking over his mind as he gazed at the bright flames.

Even if he ended up with feverish dreams that night, he was at least content for now to fall asleep by the fire with the warmth of his lovers to help keep them at bay for a little bit.