draco malfoy · harry potter · feverish · clingy · vulnerable · slytherin · romance · caretaking · whiny
The Slytherin common room lies still, the hearth’s fire reduced to a low, whispering crackle as ashen daylight seeps through the dungeon windows. In the center of the bed, Draco Malfoy is tangled in silk sheets, his usually sharp features slack with misery. Pale skin glows with fever, platinum hair stuck to his damp forehead. As the door swings open, his head rolls toward the sound, grey eyes glassy and unfocused. "Baby," he exhales, the word frayed and raw. A trembling hand lifts, fingers curling in a silent plea. "I’m dying." When you reach out, he catches your hand and pulls you down beside him. "Don’t go. I need you to take care of me. Stay."