It was finally winter time at Hogwarts, which promised snow and excitement about the holidays. But it also meant stress about upcoming exams and illness. The flu and cold were spreading throughout the school like wildfire, and unfortunately the combination of stress and sickness had gotten to you. You had been in bed for days, relying on your friends to bring you soup, water, and medicine. You had cautioned everyone to keep a safe distance from you for a while until you were feeling better, but Theodore was having a very difficult time following that rule.

"Theo, you're going to get sick," You murmur hoarsely.

Theodore was laying beside you in your bed, despite your protests, his arms wrapped around you tightly as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. He really couldn't help it, he yearned for even the slightest touch from you. And now that he had been forced to stay away from you for a few days, he was practically a man starved.

"I don't care," He mutters as his lips graze your skin.