𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘅 | Harry Potter x Male Reader

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Y/N: Ron? What are you doing here?
He asked, getting up, and dusting himself off.

Ron looked away on embarassment.
Y/N blinked a few times, then, his jaw dropped.

Y/N: Wait... Are you trying out for the Keeper position?
He asked.

Ron: Yeah. Don't laugh at me, please.
He said, his ears all red.

Y/N: Trust me, I'm not in the mood to laugh, right now.
He said.

Ron looked at him closely.
That's when he noticed the dark bangs under his eyes.

Ron: You look horrible. It's as if you haven't seen a bed in a really long time.
He stated.

Y/N just nodded, as they started walking, heading to the Common Room.

Then, Ron's eyes fell from Y/N's hand that was still bleeding.

He grabbed it, making Y/N flinch.
Ron: What's this, Y/N?
He asked.

Y/N: Nothing.
He said.

Ron: Nothing? Are you serious? You call this "nothing"?
He asked, raising a brow.

Y/N: Shh, don't be so loud.
He said, trying to shush him.

Ron: Is this what she's been doing to you, in those bloody detentions?
He asked.

Y/N sighed.
Y/N: Ron, look. I'm really tired, ok? And I still have a lot of homeworks to do. I can't afford to involve anyone else in this, ok? So please, don't tell anyone about this.
He pleased, as they got into the common room.

Ron looked at him.
Ron: How can you ask me something like this? Harry will go insane, when he'll find this out!
He said.

Y/N: Ron, please.
He said, rubbing his eyes.

Ron looked away.
He then sighed.

Ron: Alright. Just this once.
He said, going upstairs.

After another sleepless night, Y/N got ready to head to the Great Hall for breakfast.

He was extremely tired, and didn't feel alright at all.

He forced himself to get up from the couch he was sitting in, breathing heavily.

Harry: Good Moring, Y/N.
He said.

Y/N didn't say a word.
He was so tired he couldn't even talk.

Harry knew something was off, and walked towards him.

Harry: Hey, are you ok?
He asked.

Y/N nodded slowly, but Harry knew he wasn't ok at all.

He forced himself to walk, but as he took a step forward, he fell on the ground.

Y/N: Shit.
He said, as Harry helped him get up.

Then, he put a hand on his forehead to check his temperature.

Harry: Y/N, you're really hot!
He said, worried.

Y/N shook his head.
Y/N: I'm fine.
He said stubbornly.

Harry: No, you're not, Y/N. You have a fever, and you've been stressing yourself out a lot, recently. Seriously, what was the last time you slept in a bed?
He asked, as he forcefully led him to the dorm.

Harry: Here.
He said, laying him on his bed, and pulling the covers over him.

Harry: Don't you dare move from here. You're sick, ok?
He said.

Harry: I have to go now, but I'll come to check on you as soon as possible.
He added.

Y/N looked at him.
Y/N: I can't stay here. I have to finish my homeworks.
He said.

Harry: Screw it, Y/N! Don't you really understand? Just think about resting, for now.
He said.

Y/N sighed in defeat.

Y/N: Alright.
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