You twisted your ankle and you're on your bed, Draco isn't there like he promised to be. You should be better in the morning, but you just can't walk today. You sigh and open another romance novel, the type of love story you never had. The door bursts open and a cheerier Harry Potter comes in with an ice pack, a bandage, and some popcorn. He sits by your foot and starts to bandage it up and put the ice pack on it as he hands you the popcorn. Harry: How are you feeling?
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