The blankets had slid down at some point, Harry wasn't entirely sure when but with him laying on Pansy he hadn't really noticed. Once she left he began to shiver without her warmth there.
"No itch." He murmered softly, his eyes drifting shut again as he wrapped his arms around himself. "Cold." He said his mind feeling muzzy. Opening his eyes he didn't see Pansy in front of him, his mind had replaced her with Aunt Petunia. The fever making him think he was back when he was younger and ill. "Please Aunt Petunia can I have a blanket. It's cold in the cupboard. I won't ruin it." He promised her, and he wouldn't. He'd take good care of it. He was just cold and shivering.