“don’t touch me, i have a girlfriend.” he grumbled out, his words slurred as he lazily pulled away, giving you an unamused glare, it was funny, to say the least. seeing your boyfriend under anesthesia and not even recognizing you.

recently, he has to get surgery done after a fatal accident in quidditch. they had put him in the hospital wing for awhile, weeks at most. and finally, they had finished with the surgery not too long after. he has refused the surgery, saying he was fine and he could just sleep it off.

reaching out, you try touching him again, only to earn another smack of his hand, swatting your own hand away from him. scooting to the other side of the bed as he stared at you.

“my girlfriend wouldn’t like you touching me, and neither do i.”