Hey everyone! I am laid up in the house for the week because of a bad sprained ankle. I am totally and utterly bored, and this is what my "wonderful" brain comes up with when I am bored! Please R&R! Thank you Lizzy101 for beta-reading this!

Your crippled author,

flyingthoroughbred

'Oh, God, what have I gotten myself into this time!' Ginny Weasley thought, as she lay in a bed in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry trying not to cry from the pain in her ankle.

"Now tell me if this hurts, Miss Weasley," Madam Pomfrey told her while gently touching different parts of Ginny's ankle, foot, and leg.

"OWW!" Ginny yelled as Madam Pomfrey prodded her anklebones and the area around them.

Madam Pomfrey stopped her examination and stood up straight next to Ginny's bed. "Unfortunately, it is not broken," she told Ginny, "You have a severe sprain. You have ripped all of the tendons and ligaments in your ankle, with the exception of your Achilles tendon, and you have deep tissue and soft tissue damage."

Ginny listened to Madam Pomfrey's diagnosis intently, she did not want to miss next week's Quidditch game against Ravenclaw, but it sounded like she would have to.

"Can you heal it Madam Pomfrey?" she asked, with pain in her voice.

"Oh, yes, Miss Weasley," the old nurse replied, while wrapping Ginny's ankle in a bandage and securing it with a padded splint, "But it will take at least a week for it to heal completely. I am afraid that you will not be able to walk on it until next Sunday. That means no flying Miss Weasley," she said firmly.

"Yes, ma'am," Ginny replied.

Madam Pomfrey opened the curtain around Ginny's bed. "You may see her now," she told the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, "And she will need help carrying her books to and from classes this week. She is to stay off of that ankle at all costs." They all crowded around the bed.

"Gin, I am so sorry," Ron told her as she sat up against the pillows.

"We'll make those dirty Slytherins pay for this," Fred and George growled.

"I'm alright, really," Ginny told them, as Madam Pomfrey came back with a pair of crutches in one hand and a bottle of Pain-Away in the other, "Why don't you all go and get cleaned up? I can make it back to the common room on my own," she suggested.

"Are you sure?" Ron asked, not believing her.

"Yes, Ronald," she told her brother, rolling her eyes, "I am fifteen-years old. I think I can manage getting to the common room on my own."

"Okay, we'll go then," he said as the team cleared out of the Hospital Wing.

Ginny swung her legs off of the bed and slid to the floor on one foot. She placed the crutches under her arms and started walking back to the common room.

"Ginny," Harry said, walking next to her, "I feel so bad that I couldn't get to you in time."

"It's all right, Harry," she said, "Why don't you go with the others and we'll meet up in the common room after you are all cleaned up?"

"Are you sure you don't need any help?" he said, care showing in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm positive. Now go." Harry scurried off towards the bathrooms to wash-up.

'Well, that was weird,' Ginny thought as she watched him go, 'It's not as if he made me fall off my broom. It was that bloody Malfoy. Why would he feel guilty?'

'Because he likes you,' her subconscious told her, 'Didn't you see the caring in his eyes when he spoke to you?'

'Harry can't like me! He's one of my best friends!' she thought as she rounded the corner to the Fat Lady. She gave the password and hobbled inside, dismissing the thought.