AN: Here we go! I caved. Two in one night. I figured I'd forget. Chapter two, and I'm actually getting better at writing longer chapters. However my conversations suck. I apologize for any mistakes! Enjoy. :)


Rain poured down on her as she streaked towards the quaffle. He red hair stuck to her face as her fingers reached out to block the ring. They stretched out and skimmed the speeding brown ball. She was barely there. Suddenly a shove knocked her hard to the right and the quaffle spun through the goal.

"Another amazing goal by Malfoy. Weasley just can't seem to make a save today, and if the Slytherins keep playing so relentlessly, the Ravenclaws are sure to lose their undefeated streak!"

Malfoy spun his broom around to smirk at her and Rose groaned internally. The Slytherins were relentless today. Just skimming the line of illegal play, they had managed to get almost every goal past Rose.

Their idea was to have Malfoy shoot the goal, and either Zabini or Karev would make sure Rose never got a chance to block it. It worked annoying well even though Rose knew it'd be coming from somewhere. Madame Wood hadn't been calling any fouls on Zabini or Karev's play, but if Rose's teammates tried to intervene in anyway, they could get a foul called on them.

"It's 170 to 30 folks, and if the Slytherins don't back down, it won't matter who catches the snitch in the end!"

Ariel Jordan's voice was really getting on her nerves. Usually the small girl's commentating didn't bother her, but this time it was just pissing her off. Although that might be because usually Ravenclaw was winning.

Rose hated when she got angry. She absolutely hated it. When she got angry she had a hard time holding it in. Usually the only time she let it out was when Malfoy was involved.

"Alright there Weasel? Seems like you're all about messing up this week, first the potion and now the match."

If only she could wipe that smug look off his face.

"Don't try to distract me Malfoy."

"Distract you? Love, I don't need to distract you to win this match. Your team might as well just forfeit."

Rose's jaw locked as she spun around on her broom to continue guarding the quidditch posts. She couldn't let him score again.

But this time it wasn't Malfoy who had the quaffle, it was Karev. She could see him preparing to throw it, and Rose knew he had a good arm. He could make it. He had good aim. Zabini was coming for her, and she had been managing to avoiding him while still staying near the goal posts. She didn't see the green shape speeding towards her other side. It was like slow motion. Karev smirked, and a hard force knocked into her. She got shoved too far to the side and slipped. Her breath caught. Her hands flailed, reaching for her broom.

Her broom was out of reach, it was too late. She was falling. A scream tore out of her mouth. She was going to die. She was going to die losing to Malfoy.

The last thing she saw was the quaffle going through the hoop.

Crap.


The pain in her head was excruciating. It felt like someone was hammering nails into her head. Rose tried to move her arms but they felt heavy as lead. What was going on? People were murmuring around her, but she couldn't make out what was being said. She didn't want open her eyes, it was too bright.

Rose forced her eyes open bit by bit. She could barely make out the white walls of the hospital wing and a couple of blue and bronze shapes. She assumed they were people. She didn't remember there being anything blue and bronze in the hospital wing.

"What.." she croaked, "what happened?"

One of the shapes gasped, "she's awake! Madame Ainsley, she's awake!"

Another shape joined the ones already standing by her bed. The shapes slowly came into focus and she began to recognize her teammates and the school's matron, Madame Ainsley. Rose tried to raise her head. She groaned, her body ached too much to move.

"Miss Weasley, lie still, you're still recovering from your fall."

Rose didn't remember a fall. "My..My fall? Fall from where? What happened?"

Madame Ainsley bustled around her fixing the bed sheets and pillows before returning to her office.

Her team's seeker, Josh Edgecombe, finally answered her. "You fell off your broom Rose, do you remember? The match-"

"The match! What happened? Did we lose? How did I fall? Was it Malfoy? It was Malfoy wasn't it."

The team looked somberly at her and no one answered.

"So we did lose."

Rose sighed. It was all her fault again. They lost every year to Slytherin and it was always her fault.

"I'm so sorry Rose. It's not your fault though, we didn't even catch the snitch."

She tried to raise her head to look at whoever was talking, but the pounding in her head hurt too much. Her eyes scrunched up with pain as she spoke, "No, you don't get it. It is my fault. I've done this the past three years. Every time we play Slytherin I lose the game for us. Why am I even on the team anymore. You know it'll happen. I'll lose us the match again next year."

"Rose, it's not your fault, honestly we're a team, you can't take the blame for yourself-"

"Josh, please, just leave. I can't do this. Please. Just..get out."

She watched her team shuffle out and she let out a long sight. She felt awful. She'd never spoken to anyone but Malfoy like that. Malfoy... He was the reason she was in this mess. Why couldn't he just let her be.

"Hey there Weasley."

Rose tensed. Speak, or in her place think, of the devil and the devil shall appear. Rose's bastard of a devil was leaning casually up against the doorway, arms crossed an a blank look on his face.

"What do you want. Come to gloat about my pain? Nice to see that's how you treat a girl."

He glared at her, "Actually I came to apologize. I didn't mean to shove you that hard. Believe it or not I don't actually want to kill you."

Ha. "Coulda' fooled me."

"You know what Weasley, never mind. You're obviously not worth my time."

The door slammed behind him and silence rang in her ears. He couldn't have been serious. Could he?


AN: Sorry if this sucked, let's just say I'm not good at writing quidditch matches...or conversations... Once again I enjoy reviews! No flames please, just constructive criticism. If you see any typos, grammar mistakes, or anything, PLEASE correct me.