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Scorpius sat up groggily. He tried to open his eyes but the glaring fluorescent lights were blinding. He collapsed back onto his pillows. He didn't have the energy to move. He tried to think of what had happened to land him in the Hospital Wing, but his brain hadn't quite woken up yet. Groaning as his aching body finally came to a sitting position he managed to crack open one eye.

He was still in his green and silver Quidditch robes. Oh. Right.

It had been the Slytherin and Gryffindor match and that idiot Nott had aimed a bludger at Rosie who was racing towards the goal with the quaffle tucked under her arm. Scorpius had not been thinking. He could have yelled for her to watch out, he could have told James to hit the ball out of the way before it collided with her head, but no. He had to be all chivalrous and stupid and jump in front of the bludger, which was surely going at least 90 kilometers an hour.

The things he did for her.

Scorpius looked around the otherwise empty room, the full moon casting a silvery glow over the linoleum floors. Rose was sound asleep next to his cot in a plastic chair, her head resting lightly on his shin. Her mouth was slightly open and her hair was falling out of the braid she had pulled it into earlier, red curls falling in her face.

"Rosie." Scorpius croaked. He was parched.

"Scor! You're up!" Rose grinned and shot up from her chair before catapulting herself onto her friend and wrapping him in a bone crunching hug that brought tears to his eyes and not because he was happy to see her, but because he was pretty sure she'd cracked one of his already broken ribs.

"Scorpius Hyperion." She drew back from her friend, her mouth set in a straight line. " You are never to do that again. Next time if you don't die I will kill you."

"Sorry I worried you, Rosie. I can't help it that Nott is an arse and wants to crack your head open. S'not my fault I'm an extremely chivalrous gentleman." Scorpius puffed out his chest and grinned, despite his protesting muscles screaming for him to stop moving. But, he didn't want to worry her. Rose rolled her big brown eyes.

"I thought you were going to die." Rose frowned and snuggled into his chest, breathing in the clean, musky scent that was just so Scorpius. There was something extremely comforting about his heart thumping steadily against his rib cage.

"Oh please, Rosie." He laughed while she played with the sleeve of his robes, "Quidditch only causes thirty-two deaths a year. A bludger can't stop me."

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Please review this with what you want next. I want to a Christmas one-short but I need some ideas. Also check out my other stories, I just posted a Rose/Scorpius drabble called "Something About the Two of Them Together."

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