The ambiguous or not so ambiguous title...Until the Day I Die
Summary: She never really cared for Scorpius Malfoy and he never cared for her either. They both did what they did, on their own separate paths so they neither hated nor liked each other. They were indifferent...until now...
Chapter one
The noise was deafening. It was a mixture between chanting and the excited chatter of those looking forward to the second Quidditch game of the season. People were gobbling down large amounts of food for fear of another day length match where spectators were too afraid to leave their seats to use the bathroom or get something from the kitchens. Suffice it to say, the Great Hall was almost in an uproar and that uproar increased tenfold when the teams marched in for breakfast.
Rose cringed at all the noise and rubbed at her forehead tiredly, she sat at the Gryffindor table to avoid her fellow Ravenclaws who would, no doubt, wish her luck and a pat of the shoulder. Even though she couldn't prevent any of that just by sitting at that particular table, she would be surrounded by her family and they were more comfort than any stranger.
She was hugged from behind, the smell of flowers that accompanied her younger cousin everywhere was overwhelming but Rose welcomed it with open arms. "Excited Rosie?" Lily sat down beside her, all smiles and began pouring them both a goblet of chilled pumpkin juice.
Rose wiped her mouth with a napkin and shrugged; "I'm not looking forward to going against the Slytherins but I know once I'm on the field…" she smiled and shrugged again, forking another bit of bacon and eggs into her mouth. There was a great flurry of movement down the isle and soon the table shook with the force of Albus Potter landing right in front of her on the opposite bench.
"You slept in again," Lily said accusingly, jabbing him with the end of her fork.
"So what?" he said coolly, "gonna tell Mum and Dad?" He began piling up his plate with bacon and toast, forgoing the eggs for his favourite food. Rose chuckled and picked up a forgotten Daily Prophet, she thanked another couple of Ravenclaws for their wishes of 'goodluck' and began flipping through the first couple of pages. "You don't seem the least bit nervous," Albus said through a mouthful of bacon.
"I'm nervous on the inside," she replied and watched as Louis, Dominique, James and the rest of the Weasley and Potter clan arrived. She sighed and listened to the onslaught of pregame gibberish that sprouted from their mouths, Louis shrugged. He was the only other Weasley that was in Ravenclaw and joining in the day's match.
They both played chasers, both being extraordinarily fast and good at sweeping in between players with the quaffle. She was a sixth year who had been on the team for approximately two years and he was captain and in his N.E.W.T.S year, proclaiming the title of Head Boy too. Soon it was just her and he as they walked towards the Quidditch Pitch going over last minute details with the rest of the team trailing behind.
They could see the opponent team just entering their locker room and she caught a glimpse of the few Slytherins that were in her year level. Darius Nott and Scorpius Malfoy shouldered their brooms and followed the rest of their team through the doors. Scorpius turned back just before entering and glanced in her direction as if sensing her. She smiled slightly at him and replied to the other chaser who wanted to know the changed strategies again.
"Ok guys, the Slytherins are a formidable team this year. They've recruited that Nott guy after Chamberly graduated last year and I heard he's the meanest beater out there, terrible aim and what not so let's stay clear of him ok?" There was a murmur of agreement before he continued again, "so guys," he looked directly towards Nick Boot and Lorcan Scamander, "try and get him down quickly."
"Aye, aye!"
"I'd rather eat my Mum's pudding than let get any of you." Nick looked at Lorcan incredulously, "she's a horrible cook." Lorcan explained nonchalantly as he swung his beater's bat, "she tends to find random plants on her walks and then brings them home to grow in the garden. She tries to determine their properties by feeding them to us. It's horrible."
"Anyway…" Louis said, turning his wary gaze from Lorcan to the rest of the team, "Scorpius Malfoy is one of the best seekers in this age, Elaine keep an eye out for the snitch. The sooner you get it the better I suppose but we'll try and buy you time." The horn sounded and his handsome face took on a determined look, "let's strive for the win!"
Rose cheered with the rest of her team and clutched onto her brand new broom, shivering with excitement. Her adrenaline was pumping now, like it always did before a match. She was always indifferent when she entered the Great Hall, trying to block out the other students for her own sanity. She knew that if she listened to them ranting she'd get nervous, now however she stood with the rest, a large smile on her face as she swept her goggles over her eyes and pulled on her gloves. She readied herself on her broom and flew out into the cold morning, doing a lap around the pitch and waving at her cousins and brother in the stands.
"The Ravenclaw team seem pumped up about this match guys, just look at them without a care in the world! Louis Weasley at the front followed by his co-chasers Rose Weasley and Terry Adams, Lorcan Scamander, crazy as ever with his beater brother Nick Boot and Carline and Elaine Smith in the rear! The prettiest girl I have ever seen and Rosie you too!" Lyam Jordan smiled innocently at the Headmistress, his smile reaching his ears as he scooted further from the stern lady. "The quaffle has been launched – and it's Louis who snatches it right under Pucey's nose! He doesn't seem happy about that! Look at the Slytherins' go in a blaze of green and silver, trailing after the other Weasley now in arrow formation. Seems like they're trying to trap her with beaters Nott and Hatchet! Is that the new Firebolt she's riding? Now guys let me inform you on the special features of that beauty…"
Rose dived and reformed with Terry on her tail; she dropped the ball and swerved to the left. Louis was a bit further up and soon he was with the quaffle, swerving through chasers and beaters trying to get towards the Slytherin hoops. She watched with bated breath, lying low on her broom to get in close in case he needed to pass. The quaffle flew through the hoop and Davis; their goalkeeper thumped the air in frustration. She smiled and slapped her cousin's hand as he flew by. "Nice flying couz'!" She called out after him and reformed with Terry behind Louis. Slytherin had the quaffle.
She was speeding through the air, chasing after the quaffle for the umpteenth time. She came to a halt when a body floated in front of her path, she snarled at Scorpius Malfoy, "move it Malfoy!" she twirled around him, her long auburn hair catching in her face.
"Not a chance, you're gaining on them Weasley, I can't allow that." He grunted with the exertion of catching up to her, his broom a lesser model than hers.
"It's not your job! Go find the snitch!" She lost track of him and sighed with relief. She urged her broom forward and shrieked when he appeared in front of her again, this time she couldn't exactly stop and instead steered to the right. He followed suit and it soon became a game of cat and mouse and she was getting more irritated by the second. "What happens if the snitch comes?" She growled, he was right on her tail.
"I'll deal with that when the situation arises." He replied and she cursed.
Louis raced by her and threw her the quaffle oblivious to Malfoy's guard on her. She caught it and steered upwards, flipping upside down and holding onto the broom with only her knees. She gritted her teeth from the pain it placed on her thighs and searched for Terry anxiously.
"Oh the strength that girl must have in those legs to cling onto a broom like that! Wouldn't want to get in a leg lock with her any day! To those who don't know…" Lyam began giving a descriptive analysis on leg-locks from Muggle wrestling but stopped midsentence when he took in the current quidditch status. "And that's a bludger from Nott heading towards Weasley! Doesn't seem she's aware of it hanging upside down like that, the blood must be rushing to her head. That damn Malfoy…she's trapped now. The Slytherin Chasers are coming in fast and it's a race against the clock with Louis and Adam on their tails! Oh and it's the bludger! That did not look good at all folks! She's let go of her broom and is plummeting to the ground…no…that ain't good at all…Rose!" Lyam stood with the rest of the spectators to watch the sixth year gaining on the sand beneath.
The air was knocked out of her upon impact. A million thoughts coursed through her mind, many of which were swear words she'd heard her father use. The pain was excruciating and the air was cold and sharp against her back as she continued to fall. She grappled for something upon reflex, knowing nothing would appear within her grasp and she shut her eyes waiting for the ground to swallow her up. She felt blood forming in her mouth due to the bludger to the stomach and couldn't help the choking or strangled cries that escaped her throat.
Suddenly someone had latched onto her upper arm and was hoisting her up on their broomstick but it didn't stop the plummeting feeling. The broom was now going to crash with both of them on it. She opened her eyes to see who had rescued her and only caught a glimpse of grey eyes and a grim, determined expression before her back hit the ground and she went tumbling through the sand. She swallowed mouthfuls and struggled to sit up, spitting blood coloured sand before feeling woozy and collapsing on the ground.
She managed to catch a glimpse of Scorpius Malfoy crashing into the ground not too far away and then her view being blocked by a group of people. Louis and Terry's faces swam before her eyes and she uttered a simple question, "who won?" She could distantly hear some cheering that indicated someone caught the snitch.
"Sleep now Miss Weasley," Professor Longbottom's voice was but a distant memory and she felt her eyelids get heavy and soon her world was engulfed by bright colours of green, silver and gold.
So I thought I'd write a story, which I haven't done for a long while and I know this chapter is rather short and I'm terribly sorry but...it was getting late and I have to study for exams :D. But I promise, I will proofread later chapters and they will be 100% better! As for this story concept...don't even ask. It'll be interesting as I continue, I have no idea where I'm going with this but whatevah, I'll make it awesome ok!
So comment on improvements or ideas you might have. I don't mind.
Dark-Cherry.