Second chances *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (harry potter x reader)

PRI - ORI - TIES

Two days late but it's a double update so forgive me😘
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"HARRY POTTER!" I shouted the moment Harry opened his eyes in the infirmary. Ron was laughing hysterically from the bed beside him.

"CRACKED! SKULL!" I continue, but in the same breath I throw my arms around him, my eyes welled with tears.

"You're so stupid!" I exclaimed into his shoulder. Clearly still trying to figure out what happened, he slowly wraps his arms around me too. "Are you okay!?" I ask. I get a confused nod in return.

"Nice of you to drop in, mate," commented Ron, grinning. "Get it? Drop."

I shoot him a look.

Harry blinked and looked around. Of course: He was in the hospital wing. The sky pitch black, partly illuminated by faint stars.

"You could have died! I told you not to play!" I continue scolding him, though clinging to him for dear life.

"He's alive though," Ron says, coming to his friend's aid. He starts climbing out of his bed to join me at Harry's.

"Back in bed immediately, Ronald," Madam Pomfrey says, appearing out of nowhere. Reluctantly, Ron retreats.

"And let the boy breathe dear," she says to me. And I reluctantly retreat. "Been waiting all night for you to wake up so I can medicate you," she adds, now speaking to Harry. She shoves a table spoon topped off with a thick purple liquid into his mouth.

"What happened?" Harry asks softly, still stomaching the gunk he'd just been given. He raised a hand and felt a stiff wrapping of bandages around his head.

"As Miss Diggory exclaimed loud enough for the heavens to hear, you cracked your skull during your match," said Madam Pomfrey, bustling up and pushing him back against his pillows.

"Nothing to worry about though, I mended it at once, but I'm keeping you in overnight. You shouldn't over exert yourself for a few hours."

"I don't want to stay here overnight," said Harry angrily, sitting up and throwing back his covers. "I want to find McLaggen and kill him."

"At least you remember that bit," Ron sniggers, overjoyed that his temporary replacement had messed up this badly.

"I'm afraid that would come under the heading of 'overexertion'," replied Madam Pomfrey to Harry, pushing him firmly back onto the bed and raising her wand in a threatening manner.

"You will stay here until I discharge you, Potter, or I shall call the headmaster."

She bustled back into her office, and Harry sank back into his pillows, fuming. I returned to hugging him tightly.

My hair was in a the same ponytail as earlier, now far messier, and I was still in my Quidditch clothes.

"What time is it?" Harry whispers in my ear, though Ron heard.

"Past two," he answers.

"Pm?"

"Never heard of it being dark at 2 in the afternoon," Ron replies.

Harry then tries to sit up, surprise plastered across his face. "You came here in the middle of the night!?" he asks me.

"She never left, mate," Ron chimes in.

"That doesn't matter," I say.

"You stayed here for over half a day?" Harry inquires.

"We all thought the worst, Harry. You took a nasty fall," I justify. "Everyone was here earlier... but Pomfrey chased them out by dinner."