Will you be my date to the yule ball? (One on one) (Harry Potter)(closed)

"Oh, thank you, Madam Pomfrey!" Jamie cried happily.

"Don't mention it."

Jamie took Conner's hand. "Conner? Please wake up. It's me, Jamie. The other Hatstall in our year…" She began to ramble on, talking about anything and everything she could.

He didn't move.

Jamie continued talking. She talked all night to him.

The next morning he woke up in a coughing fit.

Jamie gasped mid-sentence. "Conner!"

He sat up trying to catch his breath.

"Are you alright?" she asked worriedly.

he nods after he calmed down. "Y-, "cough,'' yeah"

She smoothed his hair. "Poor thing…" she cooed softly.

"…I hate those boys…"

"Would you like me to hex them for you?" she asked quietly. "I know some good ones that we're supposed to learn in sixth year…"

"N-Nah…I 'm used to this."

"I'll take that as a yes," she replied firmly. "Don't try and tell me no, because I'll hex you too and I don't want to do that."

"…Fine…" he sighs.

"That's settled. Now, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?"

"I'm fine…" he says still coughing a little.

"Clearly, you're not. Now. Tell me what you need and I'll have Madam Pomfrey fetch it for you." She looked at him firmly.

"Just cough medicine."

She nodded and paced off smartly to Madam Pomfrey's office. She returned about a minute later with the required bottle. "Here you are," she said handing it to him.

"Thanks…"

She watched him, forcing him to take it with her eyes.

He took it and shook his head. "God I hate this stuff."

"Well, if it's going to make you better, you have to take it," she said matter-of-factly.

"I know." He said drinking some of the bottle.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" she blurted.

"No." he states. "I'm glad your here."

She sighed, her expression looking very relieved. "Good, because I don't know what I would've done if you'd said that I was."

"Why would I?"