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Sneaky Summer Slumber
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“I can’t believe you caught a summer cold,” said Harry, handing Severus a bowl of soup.
Severus coughed weakly. “You can’t believe it? Imagine how I feel.”
Harry hovered anxiously, whisking the bowl away as soon as Severus finished eating. “Can I get you anything else?”
“I’m fine.” Severus sighed, closing his eyes. “Go. Join your friends. Don’t miss Lovegood’s party for my sake.”
“I’m not leaving you when you’re sick,” said Harry. “I can call Luna and let her know we won’t be there. She’ll understand.”
“That’s really not necessary,” Severus whispered. “I don’t want to stand in the way of you socialising with your friends.”
“They’re our friends, and I’m not going without you,” Harry said firmly. “I’ll take care of it. In the meantime, you rest and I’ll make more soup.”
“You’re sure?” Severus murmured.
Harry leaned over, kissing his forehead. “You take care of me all the time. Let me return the favour?”
Severus sighed. “I think the Pain Potion’s starting to take effect.”
“I’ll let you rest,” whispered Harry, tiptoeing away.
Severus mumbled something, but when he was alone, he smirked to himself. He’d known his twelve-hour cold-simulating potion would come in useful one day.
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