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Since Harry was sick and stubbornly refused to go to the infirmary.
Just because he hates Madam Pomfrey's medicine.
Severus, as the boy's lover, decided to invade Gryffindor dormitory.
To cure both physical and mental fever for him personally at his bed.
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Sick
Harry moaned in the back of his throat when he felt a familiar hand shake his shoulder harshly. The force of shaking makes you feel
Headache and nausea hit him at the same time. The moment he heard his friend make a loud bang,
Anyone in the room could tell that something was wrong with him. As soon as he opened his eyes, he had to close them again.
times and curled up He must have been sick, but he just couldn't remember why. Many days ago, he still
I'm feeling fine today. He was again in a state of suffering. The young man felt hot and pushed the blanket away from his body, but when he did, he immediately felt cold.
The hand shook his shoulder again, “Harry, you need to wake up now! You've missed breakfast. Plus, it's only ten minutes until the first class starts!!” Ron said, but was taken aback by the sound of his best friend's tortured moans. "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"
"I don't feel good…" Harry said in a voice so soft he could hardly hear it. But Ron still listened, having been together for seven years.
“Are you sick?” He frowned for a moment. “Then I'll go get some medicine from Madam Pomfrey. It will help you get better.”
The dark-haired boy moaned again and shook his head, “It's fine. I should feel better in the afternoon. I just don't feel well.” He responded like that, reassuring himself that it was really nothing. He didn't want to take her medicine at all. The taste is so awful.
"I'll come back up and check on you at noon. If you're still not healed, I'll take you to the infirmary."
“Alright…” Harry reluctantly responded. He replied only to get Ron to remove his hand from his hair. As much as he loved this friend, Ron's presence in the room only made him feel worse. He wanted to stay quiet and deal with all his problems alone.
"Get well soon, friend," Ron patted his shoulder gently before heading off to class.
Harry sighed in relief as the red-haired boy and the other Gryffindor housemates left the room. He moaned painfully and tried to sleep. He hoped he would feel better after this. He could only close his eyes and pray for himself to fall asleep as quickly as possible.
Ron walked into the classroom and took a seat next to Draco. Students slowly poured in until the Potions classroom was full. The blonde boy raised an eyebrow at Ron when he saw that the red haired boy was not accompanied by his best friend. Ron felt his lover's gaze on him. He picked up the quill before replying.
"Harry is sick, he's in the dormitory," although his answer explained the reason Harry hadn't come. But it didn't say why he was in the bedroom instead of the nurse's room.
“Is the condition very serious?”
"Well, he doesn't look very well," Ron nodded.
"Then why didn't he go to the infirmary?"
"He said he'd feel better in the afternoon," the boy shrugged. He himself didn't understand why.
Hermione walked into the room and sat down next to Ron. “Where did Harry go?” the girl asked quickly as soon as she didn't see him.
"Even though I'm sick, I still refuse to go see Madam Pomfrey," Draco answered on Ron's behalf.
“Sigh! Damn it!” Hermione shook her head, moaning in frustration and disapproval. After she put the book on the table Snape walked into the classroom, his mood high. The young man was obviously in a very upset state, and it seemed to get even worse when he didn't see the beautiful emerald eyes that greeted him affectionately every time he entered the classroom.
“Turn to page 474,” the Potions Professor said with a disdainful expression. before scanning the room for his Harry. Fierce onyx eyes stopped at Draco. The young Slytherin pursed his lips, letting him know he was saying the word 'sick' before turning his attention back to his book. Sick?
Potter is that sick? His eyes moved further to Ron. The Gryffindor boy was unnerved by the stares and forced himself to say the words 'dormitory'. Severus continued to look at Hermione. The girl rolled her eyes slightly, which led to the conclusion that the brat was refusing to go to the infirmary.
This probably wasn't a serious matter because he refused to go see Madam Pomfrey. Or did he want to hide away? After all, they had a fight the other night. Instead of facing him like a man, she chose to pretend to be sick and stay in bed until her Potions class was over.
The tall figure scowled with anger. He caused the entire session to brew potions in complete silence. Countless points were also deducted from the smallest flaw he saw. He would definitely have to settle things with Harry after this lesson.
When the potions class ended Every house lost the same 70 points. causing all the students to walk away feeling dissatisfied Draco looked at him before walking out with Ron and sliding his arm around his lover's thin waist.
Severus ignored the uncomfortable feeling that bubbled in his chest and waited for the next class to begin again. before deciding to walk towards the Gryffindor common room He would be the one to determine how sick Harry truly was. But if the young man is still well He was happy to offer Harry a reason to stay in bed.
The tall figure looked into the hallway to make sure no one was around. When he saw some students or teachers passing by, he quickly hid and waited until they passed. A young man with dark hair walked towards Gryffindor Tower. He barely paid any attention to the picture on the door when she opened it to let him in.
Fortunately, there was still no one in the living room as they should have been. Severus froze. What if Harry was with someone else? He just simply says 'sick' and then finds someone available or says they are also 'sick' and comes in a room together...privately... The young man felt like his blood was rushing. He strode into the room and slammed the door open.
Harry woke up with a cough. The boy sat up and looked around to see who was disturbing his sleep. But you must feel guilty for doing that. The room began to spin. He felt like the fire had turned into a tiny spark before he fell back onto the bed again. My stomach began to protest at the sudden movement.
He felt like he had to run to the bathroom and vomit. He wouldn't have felt that way at all if his body hadn't protested any movement. He began to tremble. But I couldn't tell if it was because of the cold or illness.
Severus's expression immediately softened when he noticed Harry's current state. He walked towards the boy in three long steps. “Harry,” he called out his name softly before sitting down next to him and placing his hand on Harry's forehead to use a diagnostic spell. Within moments he knew which potion to give Harry.
He felt guilty for doubting the other party. “I'll go get you some medicine first, Harry. I'll be back soon."
Harry barely knew who was speaking to him until he felt the familiar warmth next to him and inhaled their scent. Without hesitation, the young boy rushed towards Severus. before curling around the Potions Professor as much as he could. He knew Severus was talking to him but he didn't know what he was saying.
The only thing he knew was that the tall figure was with him now and that made him start to feel better. Even though I'm still suffering and terrified But it felt like everything was in control just because Severus was with him.
"Severus…" the boy whispered pleadingly. But he didn't know what to ask for other than wanting to be closer to Severus.
“Harry…” The young man tried to push Harry away. But the small body clung to him as if this life depended on him.
“Potter! Let me go get the medicine for you first. You will get better after this.”
Harry shook his head stubbornly before moaning from the throbbing pain in his head from this action. "Can you just stay here, Severus?"
“Not at all, Harry. You know I still have lessons to teach after this. And maybe someone will come and see,” he said, running his fingers through Harry's hair and kneading the other's head. The young boy moaned softly in his throat in satisfaction. Se Verus tried to push Harry away again but he didn't seem to allow it. He held onto the young man's waist.
“Stop being so difficult. I'll be back as soon as I get the medicine for you.” He tried to convince Harry to let go of his tight grip.
"Stay," Harry moaned again. “Stay, please.”
Severus let out a long sigh before deciding to take off his shoes and crawl into bed with Harry. He rested the boy's head against his chest and hugged his body tightly. He started playing with Harry's hair and kissed the top of his head over and over. He knew that Potter would always get what he wanted.
Severus didn't want this brat to get used to easily getting what he wanted from him every time. But that's it again. He always lost to Harry.
While hugging and comforting the young boy on the bed He couldn't help but think to himself that the argument they had last night didn't matter anymore. Now he's here. In bed with Harry There is a risk that some students will spread what they are seeing to the whole school.
He had previously argued about not wanting to hold hands in public. He felt extremely embarrassed.
Harry sighed, he was slowly feeling better and needed a potion to make him whole. But I don't want to be separated from my tall figure. Severus was warm, comfortable, and more importantly, The young man caressed him, making Harry feel safe, protected, and loved. Harry sniffled and hugged Severus closer to himself.
The tall figure grunted slightly but relaxed into the embrace. Fifteen minutes later He heard soft snoring coming from Harry. Severus moved the boy away slowly and carefully. before rushing to get medicine from the dungeon When he returned, Harry was lying in a curled up position.
"Harry, wake up." He moved Harry so he could sit up. The small figure shrunk away but opened his mouth as he felt the lip of the medicine bottle touch his lips before swallowing the cherry-flavored medicine. The medicine begins to act immediately. He smiled lightly and planted a kiss on Severus' lips.
"Thank you, darling," Harry sighed happily.
"my pleasure But please promise me that next time if you get sick again you will go to the nurse's office. That will save me from trouble sneaking in here.”
"Severus—" Harry's eyes widened in shock when he realized he was in his own bed. Anyone has the opportunity to walk in and see them both.
“Never mind, Harry. I risked my life for you And I think this little reveal probably won't harm me.” He raised a smile on his lips and pulled the little body into an embrace before jokingly adding.
“Or even fame.”
The young boy smiled brightly. “Really? Can we have an open relationship?” He tried not to show his excitement and enthusiasm but he couldn't. He bounced up excitedly.
“If it's that important to you. And if you understand that the Daily Prophet will not hesitate to…”
"I don't care," Harry dismissed before burying his face in the crook of his neck. “In less than a week I will graduate. After that, I thought we should hang out. Go see the outside world and do things you've never tried.” He kissed the pale skin and nuzzled it mischievously.
Severus shuddered with pleasure. “Then when are you going to tell me these plans?”
Harry smiled a little. “Maybe today.”
“Let's say it again…”
"Maybe I'll tell you after the day I'm done packing up your things and putting the navigation key in your hand..." The boy trailed kisses down Severus' neck. He hoped that the young man in front of him wouldn't be too angry at him.
Severus hummed softly at the thought of Harry's answer. First of all, he wanted to scold the other party for assuming that he would enjoy being suddenly taken away from his home. But when he thought about it, he had no reason not to go with Harry.
They had only been together for 8 months, was it too early to make plans like this? Severus knew he deserved a break. A vacation with his sexy young lover is more than he deserves. But he was willing to accept it.
“I think we should start planning this weekend so we can be ready after your graduation party.”
"Great," Harry grinned before kissing Severus who suddenly kissed him harder. Severus stood up after their lips parted.
"Go get dressed. Once you're well, you have to go back to class for the rest of the day."
Harry pursed his lips in displeasure. His hair was still messy and he still hadn't changed out of his pajamas. "Can't I just skip class?" The look in Severus's gaze gave the answer. He could only let out a long sigh before continuing. “So what if it was a date? This Saturday at the Three Broom Shop.”
“It depends. Do you want to make it clear that you and I are dating?”
"yes"
Severus nodded in response, "Seven o'clock, you mustn't be late." He kissed Harry before walking out of the room. As he walked out into the Gryffindor common room, he saw some students looking at them in shock when they saw them. The tall figure raised his eyebrows at these students and continued towards the exit. “Ten points deducted from Gryffindor for rudeness.”
He sneered as he heard their chatter but ignored it as he walked back to the classroom to prepare for the next class. The young man's mood improved a lot and he almost smiled as he mentally planned out the places he was going to go with Harry.
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