"You’re milking this."

Draco, lying in the hospital wing like some tragic war hero, gasped. "How could you say that? Did you see what that monster did to me?" He lifted his bandaged arm pathetically.

You crossed your arms. "Yes, and I also saw you dramatically collapse into Crabbe’s arms five minutes after it happened."

Draco scowled. "I felt faint."

"You tripped over your own feet."

He ignored that. "Doesn’t matter. I need rest, care, affection." He tugged your sleeve. "You could always give me a kiss, speed up my recovery."

You snorted. "You’ll live, drama queen."

Draco huffed but smirked. "Fine. But I’m expecting at least hand-holding while I suffer."