"Draco."
"Potter."
"Why are you standing up?"
"...Are you asking me why people stand up?"
"Shut up. You know what I mean. You're supposed to be resting."
"I feel fine, Potter, stop patronizing me. The broken bones and cuts and bruises have all been healed, and all the blood I lost has been replenished."
"That's not the point, Draco. You should still be in bed."
"Yes, mother."
"Draco, I'm serious. Why are you being so stubborn?"
"What's the big deal? I just want to take a walk, Potter. I don't like being cooped up."
"...Fine. But at least take someone with you so that if you pass out in the middle of the hallway you won't just lie there until someone finds you."
"Are you volunteering, Potter?"
"...I guess I am. Come on, then."
"Where are we going?"
"Well, you're the one who wanted to go on this stupid walk, so you tell me."
"Mmm, how about the mess hall? Let's go see what they're making for dinner."
"God, you're just as bad as Jellybean."
"So I've been told. Now, let's go."
"How do you propose we get to the mess hall?"
"...Are you doing this on purpose to annoy me or are you really that stupid? We Apparate, Potter, obviously."
"I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Why not?"
"Because you're still recovering, and Apparating is jarring, to say the least, on a good day."
"I'm not some fragile damsel-in-distress who's going to faint at the first sign of stress."
"Could've fooled me."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, nothing. Just that you're the perfect height to be a damsel-in-distress."
"What? Shut up! I am a perfectly respectable height!"
"Right, of course. I'm still taller than you."
"Shut up, peasant, you only have two inches on me. Didn't anyone ever tell you to respect your elders?"
"Elders?"
"Yes. I am older than you, didn't you know?"
"By one month and twenty-six days!"
"Mmm, I'm still older. Don't worry, youngster, at least you have your height."
"...You know what, I think Apparating is a great idea. Grab on, I'm not letting you Apparate by yourself in this condition."
"You're making it sound like I'm pregnant, or something."
"Could've fooled me."
"Rude!"
Crack!
"Potter, this isn't the mess hall. Why are we-"
"Why are we in the toilets? Because I knew this would happen. I told you Apparating like this was a bad idea. But did you listen to me? Nope. So you can kneel there and know that you're throwing up because of your own stubbornness."
"...Potter, shut up."
"Of course, my damsel."
"I'm going to kill you."
"Right. Is this before or after you finish puking?"