Oliver poked his head out from the doors and looked around carefully before entering the Hospital Wing and walking over to the bed that you were on.

“Brought you something.” He gave you a small warm smile before taking out a chocolate frog, sneaking it to you.

You had broken your leg in the Quidditch match against the Slytherins a day ago. Marcus Flint had hit a bludger right into your left leg, and now you can’t leave this place. But at least Oliver’s still visiting you everyday.