A/N: Ron slips in the bathroom. Post-Hogwarts. Ron/Hermione.
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Speed Drabble - graphic, sprain, "I will not drink!", "I broke my foot, that's why.", "I really can't."
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Hogwarts Scavenger Hunt - Hermione Weasley
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
After a long day at the shop, Ron was happy to finally get into his shower. There had been so many little kids today stocking up before the start of term, and then there was the gigantic spill of love potions that he had to help George replace. But now, he could wash away the stresses of today and hopefully join his wife for dinner.
He stepped out of the shower while wiping away the water dripping from his hair out of his face. He reached out blindly for his towel on the rack, but then slipped on the bathroom tile.
He landed awkwardly on his right foot, using such graphic language he was sure his wife would scold him if she heard.
"Ronald?" she called out from beyond the bathroom door.
Ron was still focused on the pain shooting through his leg as he gingerly tried to rise off the injured foot. It was red and starting to swell, and Ron feared he may have done some extensive damage.
"Ron, can you come here for a moment?" Hermione called out again.
"I can't, Hermione," Ron said as he lightly touched his foot. He hissed at the tenderness.
"What are you talking about? I need you to help me with dinner," she called out.
"I really can't," Ron shouted back. He looked towards the closed bathroom door, wondering if he could somehow get himself out of the bathroom.
"Why not?" Hermione asked. He could hear her getting flustered.
He tried to pick himself up but fell back down, knocking his foot against the tile again. He would need her help. "I broke my foot, that's why," he said.
Within seconds, Hermione burst through the doors and crouched to her husband. He blushed and tried to grab a towel from off the rack to hide himself.
She rolled her eyes and swat his hands away. "Not anything I haven't seen before," she said, but he could see the pink in her cheeks as well.
She reached for his leg and twisted it around carefully. With every turn, Ron let out a pained groan but Hermione tried to do her examination lightly.
Then she smiled to him, "Good news, it's just a sprain. I have a potion in my bag you can drink."
"I will not drink!" Ron cried out. He hated taking potions for things. They tasted horrible.
She glared at him before she said, "Yes, you will." Ron frowned as she continued, "The bad news is, you'll still have to lay off your foot while the potion works."
Ron's frown turned into a cheeky smile as Hermione helped him to his feet. "That's not bad news really. I get my own personal nurse for the next few hours."