Hey, guys. ^_^ This little one-shot is dedicated to all my loyal reviewers who have stuck around for my other story, Shadows to Shadows. It's pure fluff, at least for me, and was written in a half hour at Starbucks.

Summary: It wasn't everyday Harry felt annoyed with his lover. Short & sweet one-shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am not making any kind of profit from this story.

Without further ado, read, enjoy & review. ^_^

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Annoyance, thy Name is Lucius

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He had a cold.

That was it.

A simple, annoying cold that was so common he came to expect it with the seasons changing.

Yes, his head felt like it was going to explode any minute and, sure, all he wanted to do was stay in bed.

Everyone around him seemed to accept this fact and let him be.

…Except for Lucius bloody Malfoy.

It was rather ironic in his opinion.

During the war, he would return to the manor bloodied and broken and Lucius would simply call Snape to heal him. The next day, the blonde would push him to get something done regardless of the condition his body was in. If he complained, he'd get a response like, "Just because you can't walk doesn't mean you can't read". Regardless of injury, he was always out of bed the next day or at least awake and doing something to appease the blonde man.

It'd been obvious Lucius was worried in those times but at least the man didn't baby him.

At the moment though, the blonde was being ridiculously obsessive and Harry wanted nothing more than to shave that pretty hair of his just to point his focus elsewhere.

Harry groaned, burying his head in his pillow. "Lucius," he grumbled.

The blonde was immediately at his side. "Do I need to call Severus?"

Harry very nearly said yes, if only to see what the potions master would do to Lucius for waking him up in the middle of the night because of a simple cold…for the second time. It'd been a hilarious sight when the man stormed into the room in his pajamas and threw an orange at him.

Alas, he wanted his lover alive for a while yet. "No. But I do need you to calm down because you're driving me up the bloody wall. Lay down."

Lucius hesitated. "But--"

"Now," Harry snapped, annoyed. "If you don't, I'll sick Dobby on you."

At this, the man frowned. "You wouldn't."

An evil smirk worthy of Snape himself crossed his lips. "Try me."

Now wary of his younger lover, Lucius reluctantly shed his robe and climbed back into bed. His arms snaked around the smaller man, pulling him tightly to his chest.

Harry rested his hand on Lucius'. "Relax, will you? I'll feel better in the morning."

Silver eyes gazed at his back solemnly. "This is the first time you've been down since it ended," he said softly, lightly pressing his lip to Harry's shoulder.

He smiled a bit. "I'm not leaving, Lucius. You're stuck with me."

Lucius chuckled, gently running his hand through raven locks. "So it would seem."

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End.

Tell me what you guys think, this is only my third one-shot.