Narcissa looked at the two boys on the bed and then sighed. "Merlin, your father isn't going to be very happy when you get sick too," she said, bringing over a bowl of ice cream and setting it down on the bedside table. She smiled at both boys. "Even if Draco could use the company. How are you feeling?" She ran his fingers through Draco's hair, sitting on the side of the bed Merlin wasn't occupying.
"Sick." Draco pouted at his mother. "Can Merlin have ice cream too? His dad says it's better if he gets dragon pox now. Grandfather's much more sick than me and I'm really sick."
A worried look passed over Narcissa's face, but then she smiled to mask it. "Merlin's father is making sure your grandfather gets the best care possible. He'll be well again before you know it." She put the bowl of ice cream in Draco's hands, then snapped her fingers and an elf appeared with a matching bowl for Merlin. "You should both eat your ice cream before it starts to melt."
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