History

Year; Second Year

Moment; Renegade Bludger

Idea by; She-Who-Speaks-Parseltongue

Jade hadn't really been aware that you could fix a Bludger to go after one person continuously, until it happened to her. Jade was not a happy camper – she had never really been one for sports, but she found that Quidditch was as easy as counting to three.

That of course didn't count being chased around the court by a stray Bludger because she still wanted to win for some reason. She really needed to get her morals checked one of these days. In the corner of her eye Jade caught a glimmer of gold, and she ducked under the Bludger and raced for it.

She was aware of Draco on her tail, smirking about the fact that the Bludger was keeping her too occupied to even think about getting the Snitch properly. Jade had to duck and spin, and cut corners to get the snitch and not get hit. Unfortunately, when her arm of outstretched to get the Snitch the Bludger wacked into it with a sicking crack.

Quickly, Jade's other hand shot out and grabbed the snitch and waved it above her head. Ending the game. Jade quickly made her was to the ground. Distantly aware that Fred, George and Oliver Wood were trying to wrestle the Bludger back into the box, despite its struggles to get to her and maim her.

The second that Jade's feet touched the ground, Ron and Hermione – as well as Professor Lockheart were with her, fussing about her broken arm.

"Jade! Does it hurt? We should get you to the nurses office!" Hermione said worriedly, giving Jade a quick brief hug.

"No need for that, I can fix it in a jiffy!" Lockheart pronounced, smiling in a way that showed of his rows of straight white teeth.

"Er, maybe Jade should go to the nurse, you know," Ron added nervously.

"Nonsense, I've done this a million times!" Lockheart pronounced, rolling up the sleeves of his light-blue robes.

"Actually I would prefer-" Jade began, but was cut off by a Bludger getting thrown at Lockheart's arm. Breaking it as well. Lockheart dropped his wand in surprise and clutched it with pain. Jade looked at the Bludger that just rolled away harmlessly, and she knew that it wasn't the cursed one.

Jade looked over to her Captain and the Weasley twins to see George whistling innocently like nothing had happened at all. "Sorry about that," Fred grinned, waving from his spot. "Just fighting with the thing!"

"No problem boys!" Lockheart called. "I've had worse injuries. Like in Breaking with a B-"

Jade started to tune him out, knowing that he was going to go on about all the things that he had won and for the first time she found herself feeling grateful to George. She knew that he had thrown it at Lockheart, and he had all but saved her from getting 'help' from him.

Jade did think he was a cute Professor – but she knew, oh how she knew – that he was a complete fraud. She would not allow herself to be 'helped' by him. Jade grinned and picked up the Bludger with her good arm. "I'll take this back and go to the hospital wing!"

In truth, her arm didn't really hurt that much, she was fine – as long as she stayed as far away from Lockheart as she was allowed to. Jade jogged over to where her three teammates were standing and threw the ball – quite badly, at Fred, who scoffed. "You throw like a girl Potter."

Jade rolled her eyes. "I am a girl what's your excuse?"

Fred huffed and went to put the ball away, but his face still held a happy smirk. Jade turned to the grinning George Weasley. "Thank you."

"What was that?" George grinned.

"Shut up," Jade snapped. "I mean, thank you for breaking his arm. Although, you could get into a lot of trouble for that."

George shrugged his shoulders, putting his broom on his shoulder. "He'd probably just vanish all the bones in your arm."

Jade shuddered at the thought, leaving a sharp pain to go through her arm. Perhaps the adenine was wearing off. Jade winced in pain and George dropped his broom and was by her in record time – checking her arm. "You should go to the nurse," he said carelessly, but the panic in his eyes spoke differently and Jade shrugged her shoulders.

"Yeah, probably, look, can you take care of my broom?" Jade asked, even though it killed her to ask for him to do a task this important to her. George's grin returned to his face wider than ever before, and he did a very low, over-the-top bow. "Of course, my lady."

Jade's lip twitched upwards before Hermione came over to drag her to the nurse's office. She turned around to get one last glance at her beloved broom as she walked away to see George Weasley holding the broom like it was the most important thing in the world.

The thought made the younger girl smile a bit, although she wasn't too sure why.

George Weasley on the other hand was distantly aware of Jade, AKA the love of his life walk away, but his attention was on the broom. This was his chance. His golden chance. Everyone with a small amount of brain knew how much Jade Potter treasured her broom.

And she entrusted it to him. Him. She must like him somewhat if she trusted him with her broom! George found a crazy grin on his face and he saw his Captain sigh and shake his head with his twin. "Yes!" George should fist pumping the air. "She trusted me with her broom!"

"Mate… You shouldn't be proud of that…"

"And why not, Freddy?

"She's made you her maid!" Fred exclaimed with a challenging glint.

George paused slightly, before a spark entered his eye scaring Oliver Wood. "We should dress up as maids, Georgie!" George exclaimed, confusing the Gryffindor Captain. Wasn't George the one talking?

How was George to know that this would make Jade snap and yell at him again?