AN: This is just something I've been writing for fun, I have about half a dozen chapters but after that no definite plan. So I might be pretty regular with this in the beginning. This isn't beta read or anything and my grammar is appalling at best but feel free to point anything out :)

-If you don't like girly OC's look away now-

Chapter 1: Eating dirt.

In that half world of a split second, a familiar calm drowned out the adrenalin buzz in my head, I could see the snitch hovering innocently above the Gryffindor hoops. Without thinking I launched upwards towards it, Harry Potter, Gryffindor seeker shot to life behind me, three seconds late. From the shouting below our chasers were trying to get past Wood with the quaffle, stretched out across my trusty cleansweep I reached out for the little ball of glory. Triumph made me smile as I closed my fingers, but then came the sickening crunch. In all the excitement I'd missed the bludger streaking towards me, and now it was disintegrating my broom to splinters.

The free fall was actually a thing of beauty, if it wasn't so terrifying, I'd like to think I'd enjoy sky diving but at that moment in time I was more preoccupied with the landing. The chasers and Gryffindor keeper below hadn't realised I was falling yet, my screams must have blended with their shouts. The roar of the stands as I hurdle down past make the players look around in confusion but none of them think to look up, except Wood. Brown eyes widen when he realises I'm headed straight for him.

So much for being a keeper though, he didn't even have the thought to catch me, I just careened into him and he fell off his damn broom.
I wish I could say I at least copped a feel of his muscles or something but we were a tangle of limbs and he swore when I accidently elbowed him in the face.
I hit something hard and my vision exploded with pain, at this point it would have been nice to black out but I'd had so many knocks on the head by now that my brain just didn't shut off. That and Hooch doesn't let us fly for two months after a long blackout, most seekers learn to will themselves awake.
Wow, the pain really is making me babble, my vision is still kinda blurry but I can see my team starting to land around me.
When Pomfrey levitates me I whimper like a little girl and the journey to the castle jostles every broken bone and bruise. Still in my dreamlike haze I can feel myself watching wide eyed at the Hogwarts stairs immediately sweeping into our path, sensing the emergency, but the Hospital wing is on the first floor and what seems like miles is really only a few yards.
The sheets are freshly smelling but I barely feel the bed,
"Put the boy over there Professors," I see the tiny Flitwick and Snape, of all people, shouldering the burly Wood over to a bed. How on earth is he still standing?
"You were lucky, hitting Mr Wood slowed your descent Miss Piper. Do you want me to put you out for the bone setting?" I shook my head, sleeping draughts didn't agree with me unfortunately, the peaceful slumber wasn't worth the vomiting when I woke. Pomfrey knew from experience and just nodded.
"Just a pain ease potion then," flicking her wand a medicine trolley wheeled over. Unstoppering a bright purple bottle she dropped a few drops into my open mouth and soon the sickly sweet potion started to work, the pain dulling to an ache.
Leaving the potion to its devices she bustled over to Wood, the potion has returned a little clarity and I can see the black eye sharp against his pale face.
"Very lucky, Mr Wood to just break the leg," Pomfrey mutters, he declines the sleeping draught with an enquiry as to whether he'll be able to leave quicker without it.
"Leave?" the matrons face is staunch, "What on earth is students obsession with leaving, where do plan on going Mr Wood, Avalon?"
He mutters something about liking his own bed and she chuckles, "Very, but only if I can get that nasty break to heal properly."

"Feeling better?" she returns to my bedside and starts her complicated series of diagnostic spells, "Quidditch in a school, really the Headmaster should know by now it's just too dangerous."
I think I'd be better to keep quiet on that front but she keeps talking away to herself anyway, "You're such a fragile little thing to be playing such a rough sport."
There's a snort from my right, I take it Wood doesn't think I'm very fragile, I give him the finger in reply when Pomfrey's turned the other way. This potion's working wonders, I smile at the ceiling, Eddy would die for some of this stuff. It's a wonder my blonde friend hasn't managed to get in here yet, if he's smoking behind the greenhouses instead of laying prostrate with worry at the foot of my bed I'll hex him when I get out.
"Well Miss Piper, three broken ribs, snapped collar bone as well as fractures of the pelvis and femur. I'll be up all night just fixing the collar bone," scowling at me she shakes her head, "I'll do the ribs first, no doubt that's the worst of the pain and I'll see to Mr Wood's leg before we mend everything else, okay?"

I guess so captain, damn, I'd be lucky if she lets me out in a week.

The next morning I feel much better, true to her word Pomfrey worked all night to mend my fractures. Instead of a sleeping draught we tried some sort of calming potion which got me nodded off in no time.
"You know, there is a screen Wood," I inform the dark haired boy as he changes out of his slept in quidditch gear, Lionel Boot smirks from the chair beside his bed. Startled the keeper and captain almost falls over trying to get a leg in his trousers.
"Christ, Piper, can't a man change in peace, you're supposed to be asleep?" he half asks, half growls.
"The sight of your glory woke me up, what time is it anyway?" rubbing the sleep from my eyes I try to pull myself up the bed, wincing in pain I give up before the opportunist that is Lionel leaps to help.
"Lunch time, managed to miss Potions with the Slytherins," Woods grins, shoving his feet in his shoes.
"Lionel, that hand doesn't need to be so low," I warn, he only laughs good naturedly as I find myself upright.
Throwing himself back in his chair we watch his friend limp to the mirror to do his tie, "Mr Wood?!" an infuriated Pomfrey marches out of her office, "You aren't supposed to be out of bed until dinner time."
Shrugging he just flattens his hair, "I feel alright, I can't miss transfiguration after lunch Madam Pomfrey, I'm failing as it is."
Merlin, he's nearly gave me shivers, the matron's anger wilts at the full force of his Scottish accent and dopey brown eyes. Boot winks at me before getting up and throwing an arm over his mates shoulder, "Don't worry Poppy I'll keep him right, I'll make him check in here later and everything."
Without further ado Boot saunters out, Wood limping alongside him.
Pomfrey turns to me in a fluster, looking slightly red cheeked, "Don't think you're going anywhere!"

I'm still twiddling my thumbs, bored, twenty minutes later, although I will admit I feel like I've been hit by the knight bus. As if on cue, Eddy crashes through the door, tie undone and cloak slung over one shoulder.
"The nicest day in Scotland and your lazy arse is sitting in hospital, really Lena?" he grins before dumping a pile of parchment on the bed.
"Homework?" I make a face.
"Be a good little Ravenclaw and be happy I made extra notes," smiling I flick through the new assignments.
"What's this?"
"Transfig project," he ruffles his hair in the mirror above my bed, vain boy, "yeah you're Wood's partner, both of you were absent so McGonagall made you partners so everyone else could work in class."
"Who's your partner?" Ed shuffles his feet and preoccupies with looking at himself in the mirror. Sly dog, he abandoned me in transfig, McGonagall choosing my backside.
"Colleen Moonfield,"
"Doesn't she normally partner with Wood?" supposedly not his girlfriend, but then again if it isn't a quaffle Wood's likely to miss a horde of naked American cheerleaders.
"Well yeah, but we wanted to get started early,"
I just grin, "So did she talk about Oliver the whole time or did you get a look in?"
"Oliver who?"
"Moody git with big brown eyes and muscles and an accent and-"
"Ok I get it, but hey, once you go claw you never go back," he flicked his blue tie at me.
Our conversation is cut short by Roger Davies creeping in through the doors,
"It's alright Rod, she left before lunch," I reassure him, got to give it to old Pomfrey, she could make most 6 and 7th year boys quake.
"Thank God, the run I got last night for putting poor unsuspecting fragile girls on the team, wouldn't let me in," sighing he throws himself into my bedside chair, Eddy makes himself comfortable at the foot of the bed.
"I'm fine by the way, no serious injuries," my sarcasm is lost to him,
"Aw great. Potter caught the snitch after you fell by the way," his face goes a bit stormy, "we lost, what happened? One minute you're cruising around looking for the damn thing and then you're taking out Wood after falling off your broom."
"I didn't fall off," wanker,"a stray bludger blew my cleansweep to bits, Wood was just a casualty."
"Damon and Aaron really need to sharpen up, those Weasley twins were even better this year." Already you could see the strategies running through his head, which is pointless since Damon is a 7th year like me and that was his last match.
"How come Wood got off alright anyway, he only broke a leg?"
"Landed in the sand bunker below the hoops, the lucky sod. You just missed it and hit the grass," Eddy shook his head.
"Well hope you recover and all that Piper," Rodger got up, "Cho's looking better this month," I'm sure she is you randy git, I tune him out as he informs me how her ligament injuries have cleared up and that she can play next year.