Author's Note: Just a little one-shot I came up with, enjoy!
Harry flinched as his headache became more pronounced. Elegant fingers appeared in his peripheral vision and pressed against his temples. He let out a sigh of relief as they rubbed and the pain began to ease.
"Your fingers really are magic," he murmured.
"I just know you, and where to apply the right pressure," Draco drawled.
Harry leant back against him with a relieved sigh as it faded. He savoured the sensation a moment before he frowned. "What's wrong?"
"What makes you think anything is wrong?"
The brunet turned and wrapped around the blonde's neck. "I know you too," he remarked with a smile, before becoming solemn. "Can I help?"
"You could," he replied slowly, "but it's probably best that you don't."
Harry nodded as he absorbed that. "I could do with you helping with my problem," he remarked.
"Oh?" he drawled, arching an eyebrow.
"The committee can't agree on anything," he spoke aggrieved, causing his companion to chuckle. "And you know diplomacy isn't one of my strengths."
"Hence the headache." A sigh and nod from the brunet. "Of course I'll help you love."
"Thank you!" he exclaimed and kissed Draco soundly. He pulled back with a grin, which widened as he saw the smile on the blonde's face.
"You're welcome love," he breathed.
Harry gently played with the hair at the back of Draco's neck. "You will tell me if I can help?"
"Promise."