A/N: Hey all. Thanks for reviews! They mean so much to me. Also, I think I have to kick down the updates for this story a little… school has gotten WAY hectic (you wouldn't believe) and I literally spent all of this weekend working on it and finally found a small amount of time for fanfiction. Woo hoo! Anyway, enjoy! :D

Discalaimer: … Do I really have to say it?

.:Live to Love:.

.x. injury .x.

"Quidditch is great, isn't it?"

Louis looked at me with a peculiar set to his eyebrows, as if that statement was the dumbest in the world, and said, "Um, of course. That's why we're on the team?"

"Right," I said, sighing and looking up at the players flying through the air, but keeping my eyes on one particular Slytherin seeker. Louis followed my gaze, rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms.

"I have a feeling there's a different reason you like Quidditch," he said, a smile playing on his lips.

I rolled my eyes and mock-punched him on the arm. "You're crazy. Hey, look at it this way. If I only liked Scorpius, then I'd spend my whole time watching him in the stands and not beating his butt by putting the quaffle through goalposts, all right?"

Louis shrugged his shoulders. We were in the stands of the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch match. The game had been already going on for an hour or so, and both of the seekers were a little sluggish on catching the snitch. Of course, it wasn't the best of days, either. The wind was whipping, and the sky was threatening a downpour of rain, making a very exhausting game to sit through. Louis and I were quite bored and talking about the randomest of things now.

"Yeah," Louis said, "but you do that while watching him. Besides, aren't we supposed to be cheering for Albus and Roxanne, not your boyfriend?"

"I can cheer for both," I said in a small, unsure voice.

Louis laughed, putting one hand on my back sympathetically. "Gryffindor and Slytherin are worst enemies, Rose. How can you expect to cheer for them both?"

"Make a poster with a lion eating a snake? … Oh, wait, that idea sucks, because it makes Scorpius seem like a loser… umm…"

He smiled sympathetically. "I bet Al and Roxy would like it."

"Damn right," I muttered. "Umm… how about… I color my scarf red, gold, green, and silver? They are complementary colors, you know."

Louis's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Complementary what?"

I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. Honestly, didn't he know his colors? Taken a smidgen of art or retained anything in Muggle Studies? "Look. On the color wheel, red is directly across from green, which makes them complement each other, and gold is – "

"Rose, look out!"

At that, I ducked down in my seat, hiding my head with my hands over my ears, and squeezing my eyes tightly shut. After a good thirty seconds of safety, I slowly raised my head, only to hear gasps around me and whispers of, "Is he okay?" "What's wrong?" "Did he just save her life?" Every person in the stands was peering over the wooden edge, except for Louis, who was staring at me with wide eyes.

"Louis!" I gasped, utterly confused, turning to him for information. "What's wrong? What's going on? Was it you who screamed?"

He just shook his head frantically, and pointed one finger to the crowd of people peering over the stands and the Quidditch players descending to the grassy ground. "A bludger, it was headed for you, and he, he flew in front of you to try and stop it, and it was literally this close, if you hadn't of ducked – "

"Who?" I asked breathlessly. "Who took the blow?"

"Scorpius Malfoy!"

I was up on my feet in two seconds, fighting my way through the spectators at the end of the row, and glancing over the edge. Panic started to worm its way into my stomach, a frantic and jumpy feeling. Was he hurt? Was it bad? What the hell was happening?

"Scorpius, Scorpius, Scorpius," I kept muttering under my breath, even though it seemed my lungs were closing up and I couldn't talk or breathe. People parted for me, and when I leaned over the edge, the sight stole my breath.

Scorpius, lying on the ground, eyes closed, bloody.

Madam Pomfrey was racing across the field along with the Quiddtich instructor Professor Melina, but they couldn't seem to go fast enough. Everything seemed to slow. The motion around me. The whipping wind. The cries and questions of curious people. The drops of rain falling from the sky.

I felt a hand on my back ever so slightly.

"He – he – saved my – he – put himself – he did that – saved my life," I finally stuttered to Louis, still in complete shock, and pretty darn close to tears.

All it took was one nod from my faithful friend to have me dashing down the stands and out onto the pitch.

Madam Pomfrey reached him first, and he was already on a stretcher by the time I reached them. I was in a full-out sprint to him, but there was a hand gripping my robes, holding me back, before I was even within ten feet.

"Rosie," Roxanne's voice hissed in my ear, "they can take care of him. Just follow to the hospital wing. Don't do anything stupid, okay?"

"B-but, it's Scorpius, and I'm me, and…" I stupidly trailed off.

I could almost see Roxanne roll her eyes through the back of my head. "Right. I know. But wait your turn. They'll fix him up, all right? Then you can go see him."

"He's injured, Roxy!" I screamed in hysterics, turning around to face her. Her blue eyes widened in surprise, and she took a step back with her hands in a surrender position.

"I know, Rose," she said, phrasing her words carefully, "but let's let the professionals handle this one."

And so, I trudged back to the Ravenclaw common room with Louis by my side, feeling guilt well up in my chest and tears slip down my cheeks in worrying strides, and we sat on a couch. Louis's hand rubbed soothing circles in my back, while I just quietly sobbed.

They were keeping me from him. I didn't know if he was all right. I didn't know if he would ever be all right. Taking that bludger for me was the stupidest thing anyone could do, but he did it for me. He was injured, but there was nothing I could do.

I wanted to help.

"I'm going down," I said in a hoarse voice, and Louis didn't try to stop me.

Once I reached the hospital wing, I burst through the doors and scanned the beds for my boyfriend. He was in one at the back corner, with Madam Pomfrey running around with spoons and cups and bandages, taking care of him. When he saw me, he grinned and adjusted the bandages around his head and arm.

Relief spread throughout my body in long waves that seemed to pull me under.

He was alive. He was okay!

I rushed over to his beside and kissed him full on the mouth. He responded with the same eagerness, no weariness or tiredness I thought he would have after a head injury. When we pulled apart, I found that tears were streaming down my face and onto his arm bandage. I clasped my hand around his and held on as if my life was in danger – again.

"Scorpius," I whispered desperately, "I – I ducked, but I didn't know a bludger was after me! You shouldn't have taken that hit for me, I'd rather it be me than you, and I was worried sick, but Roxy told me to wait, and now I'm here, and – "

Scorpius laughed. It was a little weak, but still as lovely as ever. Thankfully, the blood was cleaned up, so his face was a perfect pale once again. "Rose, slow down! I'm fine. Just a little scratch."

I rolled my eyes, mostly out of frustration, and lightly stroked his bad arm. "I'm glad you're okay. But don't take any more bludgers for me."

"I can't promise that."

"It wasn't a suggestion. It was an order."

He laughed, reaching over with his good arm to bring me in for another light kiss, and I felt as if I were flying when his lips met mine. The lips I thought I'd never feel again.

Everything was okay.

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