When she arrived, there were a slew of red and gold uniforms surrounding a bed. Madame Pomfrey was over there as well. Rose stood by the door for a moment before Madame Pomfrey noticed her.
"Come in here. Now what has happened to you." She said as she practically pushed Rose onto the hospital bed next to Malfoy.
"His girlfriend" Rose said venomously, "is what happened to me." She was shocked at herself for admitting this out loud as were some of the Gryffindors next to her. That was when Albus noticed her.
"Rose, are you okay?" Albus said only half paying attention. He was probably already thinking about the next Quidditch match.
"No I am not bloody alright!" Rose shouted surprising every single person in that room. Rose almost thought she saw Malfoy's unconscious form lift an eyebrow. "I am so sick everything and God damn it, I've had enough." Rose just got herself out of that bed and started to leave when her ankle crumpled underneath her. She swore again, not caring that so many people were watching her.
"Thank Merlin! I thought there was something wrong with you, but you do have the Weasley temper after all." Albus said, barely containing laughter.
"Albus come here." Rose said quietly. He did as she said and he paid. Rose punched him in the stomach. It felt…good. "I have wanted to do that since we were seven." Rose smirked as Albus coughed.
Madame Pomfrey came back into the room. "You will need to stay here over night." She said to Rose. It was her first time in the hospital wing. It was kind of exciting "And he… will need to stay here for a lot longer."
Albus and the rest of his team looked really worried.
"How much longer?" One of them asked.
"I'd say it'll take him a day or two to wake up, then he'll need a few more days in here to recuperate."
Albus breathed a sigh of relief. Rose knew why, the game against Slytherine wasn't for two more weeks. But Albus didn't realize that Madame Pomfrey wasn't done yet.
"Then he won't be able to play Quidditch for another three weeks after that."
The whole room gasped and arguments broke out, but Madame Pomfrey shouted louder than all of them. "You can have five more minutes and that is all!" And she left the room.
"That's the last two games of the year in those bloody two weeks." Albus said, with barely controlled rage. "No one on this team is better than the Bones, the Slytherine Seeker or hell, even the Hufflepuff seeker."
Rose wasn't sure what made her do it. Maybe she was delusional from the pain in her ankle. Hell, but later, she was very glad she'd done it.
"I'm better than both of them."
Albus laughed cruelly. "Rose you have never played Quidditch in your life." He said meanly and the rest of his team backed him up.
"Then what you are going to have to do is hold try-outs. The winner will have to do extensive training. When Malfoy wakes up he can help." The Gryffindor team murmured their agreements. "You'll want to do it as soon as possible. Probably tomorrow, as it's a Saturday. You should go to the common room and announce it now."
Albus couldn't battle against sound logic so he and his team started their way out. "Oh and Albus." Rose said as he reached the door, "I'm going to win."
She heard him laughing as he went down the hall. I'll show him, Rose thought, all of them. Come hell, high water, or Albus Potter, Rose as going to make the team. Rose couldn't tell, she wasn't looking at herself, but something changed on the outside too. She just looked different.
That night when the pain kept her from sleeping as much as Malfoy's snores she wrote a list. A list of things that she would do before school was over two months from now. It was important to her, because until now did she not realize how truly boring she was. Ten things. She grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote.
The New and Improved Rose Weasley
1.) Make the Quidditch team
2.) Get a tattoo
3.) Prank Someone
4.) Skip class
5.) Lie to a Professor
6.) Get a set of lingerie
7.) Get a boyfriend
8.) Go to the end of year dance
9.) Stay out after curfew to go skinny dipping in the Black Lake
10.) Get food directly from the kitchen
