"O-ohhhh...oh-hhh..."
"What are you doing down here?"
"Granger?"
"Malfoy?"
"What are you doing here?"
"What- your ankle, what's-"
"Get away from me!"
"What happened? Are you hurt?"
"Don't touch it!"
"Malfoy, if you'd only let me help you-"
"I said don't touch it!"
"You can't stay here all night. You'll freeze."
"Go away."
"If you like, but I really think-"
"Go away! I can get back myself!"
"If you say so."
"O-ohh... Oh-hh- AGHHH! Fine. Help me."
"Are you sure you can't do it youself?"
"Don't do that, Granger."
"All right, fine. Here. Now- no. Don't put any weight on it. You'll hurt yourself."
"You could've- told- me that- a second- ago."
"I said don't put weight on it. Put your arm around my shoulder- oh for heaven's sake, you can wash your arm off when we get back! There. Good."
"HhhhhHH!"
"You're putting too much weight on your ankle. Just lean on me. It'll be over in a few minutes anyway. Just do it."
"Don't give me orders, Granger."
"I wouldn't have to give you so many if you'd just listen to me, Malfoy!"
"Well, you- ARGH! Don't do that!"
"Then lean on me, and try and hop. I've got you. There. See? Isn't that better?"
"No."
"Maybe it'd be better if you stopped complaining. Why were you even out tonight?"
"I... I wanted some air."
"Oh."
"Why were you out, then?"
"I came down to help Hagrid with something."
"Oh."
"There, see? We're almost at the castle. Do you want me to take you to the hospital wing, or-"
"I don't need you to take me anywhere."
"You weren't saying that when you were lying on the ground with your ankle knocked out and your face contorted in pain."
"... shut up."
"Do you want me to leave you here? Because I will."
"N- you wouldn't."
"Want to test me?"
"... no."
"So, do you want me to take you to the hospital wing, or downstairs to your dormitory?"
"The hospital wing is upstairs, Granger. How d'you expect me to get up the stairs? Or down them, come to that."
"I'll help you, and you can hold the banister."
"...this is so humiliating."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"Well then, hospital wing or your dormitory?"
"Hospital wing."
"All right. Hang on, let me get the door open... there. Ready?"
"A- Are you sure we can get up the stairs?"
"I think so. It may hurt, though."
"O- oh. D'you think it'll take a long time?"
"Not too long, I imagine. We can take breaks if you need."
"All right- uh, thanks."
"It's all right. Shall we start?"
"I guess so. Ow!"
"Hold onto the banister. That's it. Good. One at a time."
"It hurts!"
"I know. And I'm sorry. But the sooner we get up, the sooner Madame Pomfrey can heal your ankle."
"Fine."
"Just a few more steps."
"I know."
"Two staircases to go. Do you want to rest for a minute?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry you're hurting so much..."
"Trust me, you can't be sorrier than I am."
"How did you hurt yourself?"
"I- I tripped."
"On what?"
"I don't know, all right? I just did!"
"There's no need to get so unpleasant."
"There is, if your ankle feels like it's full of hot lava!"
"Then we should get going again, so we get to the hospital wing faster."
"Fine."
"Almost there... come on, just these last few steps."
"Just kill me."
"We're almost there, Malfoy. Come on."
"Good heavens! Why are you both out so late? Whatever happened?"
"He'll explain, Madame Pomfrey. I've really got to go."
"... thanks, Granger."
"You're welcome, Malfoy. Good night."
"'Night."