OH MY GOD YES WE NEED TO HAVE THIS DISCUSSION

• Draco catching the common cold and muttering about “stupid Muggles and their stupid diseases and I’m going to die now” while rummaging through Harry’s closet to find something “suitable for sickness” because obviously none of his designer clothes will do but really all he wants to do is surround himself with Harry’s wonderful scent
• And stumbling across Harry’s heap of Weasley sweaters, which Harry’s collected since he was 11 so there’s a fair few, shoved into the bottom drawer
• And Draco after making sure that Harry’s not around, tugs the one that has a red and gold H over his head and suddenly never wants to take it off again because it’s the most comfortable sweater he’s ever had the pleasure of wearing and yes that includes the 200 galleon winter robes he had Owl-ordered from Twilfitt and Tattings the other day
  
• And then while he’s pulling out the numerous sweaters in various shades, a strange pair of long black Muggle pajamas that had tiny logos that read Manchester United (whatever the hell that was) fall onto the floor and when Draco reaches down to pick it up, it feels just as soft and cozy as his-Harry’s Weasley sweater
  
• So Draco, tugs them on as well, over his green silk boxers and even though he’s still all sniff-ly and red-nosed, it kind of feels like he’s snugly wrapped in a big warm Harry hug (the best kind of hugs if you ask Draco though no one does because they know he’ll never actually admit it) 
• And then Draco thinks he’ll just take a quick 15 minute nap because really, he’s feeling all warm kindasorta tired but firmly tell himself that he’ll change out of these terribly unfashionable but oh so comfy clothes before Harry’s home and buries his face in the downy lining of the red sleeve
•  And the next thing he knows he’s breathing in a faint mix of treacle tart and polished broomstick and his eyes close and…
• And then Harry stumbles out of Floo, calling out his lover’s name, frowning slightly when he’s not greeted with a snarky Potter you clumsy oaf and a sweet kiss and walks into their bedroom, only to stop short, stunned at the sight before him because
• Because it’s Draco, his proper-and-refined designer-wearing Draco, sleeping peacefully (other than an occasional sniff )bundled in an old fluffy Weasley sweater that’s slightly too big and the UM pajama bottoms that Dean had gifted him at Christmas once (which he had completely forgotten about truthfully since he wasn’t much into Muggle sports) with a small barely-there smile, looking so bloody adorable and precious even though he was clearly a bit sick and
• And Harry falls in love all over again