Based off prompt above. Set in sixth year. There is no plot from the actual books included in this.

Harry felt like crap. His head was pounding, his eyes were red and watery, his nose was clogged and every muscle in his body ached.

Harry had caught a cold, but it wasn't a cold Madam Pomfrey could heal in a second. It was like a magical flu that you just had to wait out. Harry had been allowed to stay in his dorm, only because Madam Pomfrey didn't want anyone else that came into the infirmary to get sick. Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus had been kicked out of the dorm and was given somewhere else to stay. Harry didn't know where, since he had been bedridden for the past three days.

He pushed himself up into a sitting position and instantly regretted in when his vision swam out of focus. He took a deep breath and somehow had made it to the bathroom. After he had finished his business and was washing his hands, Harry caught of glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked terrible. His skin was white and pasty and his normally vibrant green eyes were dull. The only thing that seemed normal was his hair sticking out in every direction.

Harry sighed and trudged back to bed. Just as soon as he got comfortable, the door opened. Harry was expecting to see Madam Pomfrey, but instead was greeted with the sight of Draco Malfoy and a large bowl of soup in his hands.

"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" Harry asked, confused. Draco ignored him and shoved the bowl of steaming soup into Harry's hands.

"If you don't get better right now, I'm going to go insane," Draco snapped.

"Uh, why?" Harry asked as he took a sip of the soup. "And how did you get in here anyways?"

"Because you're not there for me to annoy. You're here in bed! And Granger let me in," Draco said as he took a seat in a chair next to Harry's bed.

"Hermione let you in? Why would she do that?" Harry asked. He had already finished half of his soup.

"She knows something you don't," Draco replied with a smirk.

"Well of course she does. She's Hermione," Harry grumbled as he placed his finished bowl of soup on the small table next to his bed. Draco stood up and grabbed the bowl.

"If you don't get better soon, I'll just force you to get better," Draco said before leaving.

Harry lay in bed wondering why Malfoy had actually brought him soup. It could hardly have been because he had no one to annoy. He remembered the way Draco's cool eyes had softened when he looked at him.

Could it be because. . . ?

No, of course not. This was Draco Malfoy we were talking about.

Harry turned onto his side and cleared his mind of all thoughts before trying to get to sleep. But a person with cool grey eyes and white blonde hair was stuck in his mind, and there was nothing he could do about it.

-

It had been a week since Draco had brought him soup and Harry was feeling better. Today was the first day he was going back to classes since he got sick. Harry met Ron and Hermione outside and they made their way into the Great Hall. They took their seats at the Gryffindor table. Ron dove in for food straight away and Hermione pulled out a book to read while she ate. Harry grabbed some food and tried to ignore the people staring at him. He looked terrible and he knew it.

"About time Potter." A voice came from behind Harry. Harry turned around to see Draco standing behind him.

"Draco," Hermione nodded towards him over her book. When had they gotten on first name terms?

"Malfoy," Ron grunted through a mouthful of food. Nice to see that some things were normal.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"I need to talk to you," he said before walking out of the hall. Harry gave one sad look at his food before getting up and following. Harry found Draco waiting for him in an empty hallway.

"What did you need?" Harry asked.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked, ignoring Harry's question.

"I'm fine," Harry said. "Why?"

"Because you look like shit." There was the old Malfoy.

Harry rolled his eyes. Draco stepped closer to him and looked down at Harry. The harsh line of his mouth disappeared as he slipped his arms around Harry and gave him a hug.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked quietly.

"What does it look like?" Draco's voice was just as quiet as Harry's. "I really want to kiss you right now," he admitted bluntly.

Harry's eyes widened. So he had been right. Draco hadn't brought him soup because he missed annoying Harry, it was he liked him.

"So do I, but I really don't think you want to get sick now," Harry replied.

Draco snorted. "That's not gonna stop me. But I do expect you to come bring me soup when I do get sick," he said before pressing his lips to Harry's in a soft kiss.

"Aha! Potty lurves Blondie!" Yelled someone from up above them. Harry pulled away from Draco to see Peeves the poltergeist floating above them. Peeves sped off, cackling about Harry and Draco.

"Well at least now everyone already knows," Harry said before kissing Draco again.

Draco snorted but kissed him back. From the Great Hall, Harry heard Ron's shout of shock and Hermione's triumphant shout.