A few weeks ago I had volunteered to help Madam Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing, helping with students who came in and out.
Recently, you were working a lot more than usual in Quidditch practice, practicing to beat my team - Gryffindor team - in the Quidditch match tomorrow. During your training, the weather was horrific and stormy. The freezing atmosphere wasn't good on your immune system and you eventually got extremely sick, causing you to stay in the Hospital Wing for the next few days and miss the match.
Due to me helping out in the Hospital Wing, I was stuck taking care of you for awhile. It was currently night time and Madam Pomfrey had left the Wing, leaving us alone.
“You look like a right piece of work,” I sigh and walk over to your bed, sitting down as I place my hand on your forehead. “Relax, I'm just checking your temperature.” I chuckle as you flinch.