*Based off a prompt I found somewhere*

Draco was sick. He was sick and he bloody hated it. He was sniffing and sneezing every two seconds. His entire body felt disgusting and freezing. He grumbled and made his way to his and Harry's bedroom. He opened the wardrobe and frowned when he found nothing warm to wear. He huffed and turned to Harry's side of the wardrobe.

Draco looked down and saw a collection of knitted sweaters with a large 'H' stitched on it. There was around ten of them, but only a few of them looked like they would fit Harry. The ones at the bottom were very small, and Draco recalled seeing Harry wearing them around the castle with the Weasleys. He grabbed a red one and pulled it over his head. He was instantly greeted with the smell of honey and Harry. The sweater was insanely comfortable and Draco wasn't sure if he would ever give it back to Harry.

He then shuffled around for some pants. He found a pair of sweatpants that looked like it would be extremely large on him, but he put them on anyway. He stood up and closed the doors of the wardrobe.

Draco shuffled tiredly to the bed and sat down on it. He had a book in his hands with the intentions of reading it, but the smell of Harry's sweater was lulling him to sleep.

-

When Harry came home, he was expecting some sound at least. But the house was completely silent. He called out Draco's name a few times as he searched around the house for him. As he entered their bedroom, he stopped at the sight of Draco curled up in one of Harry's sweater.

Harry couldn't stop staring. Draco looked adorable in Harry's clothes, which were way too big for him. He slowly walked over to Draco, who was sleeping peacefully. Harry pushed back his soft blonde hair and placed a kiss on Draco's warm forehead. Draco shifted as he woke up from his nap. He opened his eyes blearily and was greeted with the sight of Harry smiling down at him.

"You're not getting this back, you know," Draco murmured. Harry laughed.