It was a chilly winter dat at Hogwarts and all of the students and most of the staff were excitedly looking forward to the winter snow.

Rosie Weasley was walking onto the Quidditch field and took a deep breath, since she was having a persistant problem with one Slytherin she had been more stressed out, but being on the feild made her feel at peace and happy.

Slowly she made her way up the Gryffindor bleachers and sat in the very front row looking out onto the view infront of her.

The wind blew her red hair arounf her shoulder, however, it wasn't as hot red as her fathers. The cool breeze made a blush appear on her cheeks making her little frekles more noticible. Under her heavy cloak she wore a long turtleneck sweater that was red and the sleeves billowed out around her hands.

As she sat there she thought to write her parents a letter so they wouldn't get worried and bug her with more and more owls. She shook her head remembering her first year when she recieved an owl everyday from her father. Pulling out a Quill and a piece of parchment she slowly began to scribe on the bench.

Dear Mum and Dad,

I am enjoying my classes very much except for potions as usual. Well I don't totally dislike it but has he always been so depressed and mean? Well anyhow I found out I will be the Seeker this year on the team! Though I think you wouldn't be surprised.

Rosie then remembered what happened in potions the day before when James messed up on a potion and it made an explosion sending all the contents in the couldron into the face of Proffesor Snape. Upon remembering the look on his face and James' she laughed loudly not being able to contain it anymore.

When she finally was able to catch her breath and see clearly she started to write it down so she could have them hear something new, when she heard someone on the field.

"What are you doing here Weasel?" said the Blonde Slytherin

Rosie looked up frowning at the boy infront of her that she hated above anything, Scorpious Malfoy.

"Don't call me that!" She shouted at still starring daggers at him.

"And anyway, what in merlins name does it matter to you, little gerbal."

She smirked at the name she just called him, she had the urge to laugh but decided not to. Although she couldn't think of a good name for him since his Dad's nickname was Feret, according to her mum and dad, and with the reasoning that most rodents were pests she kept it that way.

Scorpious was now steaming mad but held his composure looking at her with his grey eyes into her dark brown to see how much he could irk her.

"Well there is the though you are a spy for your team but alas you have proven that like your brainless father, you can't keep your mouth shut long enough"

With a smirk upon his face and his team mates laughing he thought that he did good enough.
He didn't know she was more like her mother when it came to a temper.

She snapped when she heard him insult her father, 'who in the bloody hell does he think he is?' she said to herself trying to calm down but that didnt help her at all. She turned her head and looked him pointing her finger at him to prove her point.

"Don't you ever, ever say anything bad about my father again!"

"All I did was tell the truth little weasel." He said smugly as he and his team mates took off laughing.

Rosie looked back at her parchment rubbing her temples to make the head ache go away, but it was more difficult when it was about her dad. She would always defend him whether it was the truth or not but it was true that her dad was a loud mouth and because of living with him since birth she came to terms with it.

'Now where was I?' she thought looking at the parchment. 'Right James' and started to write again.

Signing the letter when she ws finished she folded it and placed it in an envelope, placing it in her pocket to take to the owlery later. Suddenly it started to rain 'Where did that come from?' She said to herself.

Grabbing her bag after placing everything inside she looked out onto the fields seeing only one figure floating around. Her vision was blirred due to the sun setting and the grey clouds filling the sky.

Out of nowhere a bright flash of lightning and a loud crash of thunder, this allowed her in moments to see Scorious holding onto his broom for dear life it looked like as he hit the ground head first.

Waiting to hear the curses and yellings to come from the Slytherin she got nervous and after what seemed like decades she still heard nothing and bolted down the stairs dropping her stuff at the landing as she ran onto the field.

Sprinting now as she got closer she unclipped her cloak and threw it over him, so he could stay dry.

Unconcious and blood running down his face she thought to scream for help but knew everyone was inside the warm and toasty castle.

Pulling out her wand she pointed it to the wound casting a simple healing charm which seemed to do the trick. However, he still didn't move and she saw his chest rise and drop slowly making her almost hysterical with the thought that he could die and she not being able to help him.

Rosie ran her hand across his cheek to see if he was cold, but he wasn't cold he was absolutely freezing and knew he had to get inside soon.

She started shaking his shoulders trying to rouse him so she could see if he would be able to walk and also in case of a concusion he needed to be awake.

"Malfoy, Malfoy wake up!" She cried pleadingly.