Despite the dull discomfort of a fever headache, Harry smiled into the pillow as the mattress shifted. Left alone, Harry was struck with a sense of ridicule, seeing in Draco’s worry a genuine care for his well-being Harry hadn’t even experienced in childhood.<br/>He turned onto his back, draping his forearm across his eyes to shield him from the midday sun. Turning had his head spinning, dizzy in his own body.<br/>His smile, however, persisted.<br/>“Don’t worry too much,” he called out into the empty room, only somewhat certain that Draco would be able to hear him. “Work runs me to the ground every now and then.”