The only thing she remembered about the trip to the infirmary was the pain. Every little bump or jolt sent fresh spasms of pain through her body. She remembered being placed on a bed, and then she was able to open her eyes. She saw Madame Pomfrey standing over her.

"You, again? My dear, I think that you and your friends are quite accident prone. Now, what happened?"

"She got hit in the stomach...with bludgers...twice." Fred and George said at the same time, slightly breathless from climbing the stairs.

"Hmm...did she pass out?"

"Yeah...and her eyes are all funny and stuff and she can't walk or talk."

"She's probably slightly dazed, and in a lot of pain. Probably has a nasty bruise. Fred....or is it George? Can you take down her hair? Out of that bun? She's probably very uncomfortable. Now let's take a look." Madame Pomfrey rolled up her sleeves, waved a wand, and suddenly Rachel was wearing pajamas. Boy's pajamas, by what she could see without lifting her head. White button down pajamas with little blue stripes. She knew what was coming next.

Madame Pomfrey gently started undoing the buttons. Even the gentle brush of her fingers sent new spasms of pain up her body. Fred and George started making ooh and aah noises as more of her stomach was uncovered.

"That's some bruise Rach."

"Yep. She's going to feel that one for a while."

"Not if I can help it." Madame Pomfrey continued unbuttoning. "Do you boys have to be here?"

"Yes we do. We're her bodyguards. Besides, Rachel doesn't get embarrassed easily, does she?""

Rachel couldn't answer. She just closed her eyes. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.

"Wait a–what the heck is that?" George asked. Rachel knew. Madame Pomfrey had stopped unbuttoning her, but at least one part of her bra was showing. Her lucky bra..

"Why Fred, you shouldn't be looking at her brasserie!"

"They can only see a little of it dear. It's quite nice though."

"Are those cherries?"

"Yeah Fred. Red cherries. On a pink background. She pulls it off very nice. Draws attention away from that nasty bruise."

"I wonder where you can find such a brasserie?"

"Hmm...seems American to me. Do you think mum would like it if we bought her one for Christmas?"

"I want mum to buy ME one for Christmas!"

Rachel could feel her face burning. She knew they couldn't see the whole thing, only the bottom, so it wasn't like she was flashing them, but still her lucky bra was a personal thing. The only people who knew about it were her roommates.

Suddenly she heard noise behind her. "I cannot believe you two! Have you no respect for her privacy?! Wait outside!" Madame Pomfrey had returned. She had left to get the medicine and now held a small bowl in one hand and a brush in the other. She shooed them out, brandishing the brush like a weapon. "Boys." She muttered darkly, then sat on a stool that had magically appeared by the bed where Rachel lay. "Now this is going to feel a little odd. Might even be a bit painful. Just try and hold still."

Madame Pomfrey stirred the substance in the bowl with the brush, then began applying it to Rachel's bruised and broken stomach and ribs in smooth even strokes. It dried instantly and hard like plaster. It was white. When Madame Pomfrey had finished, she stepped back.

Rachel felt something. It was like someone had placed a Muggle vacuum over her stomach. It was rather painful at times. The process took about five minutes. Rachel felt her broken and cracked ribs being snapped into place. She also saw something amazing. The white plaster-like potion was turning the same color as her bruise. It had sucked her bruise away.

Madame Pomfrey was now holding a chisel and tapped the center of the mass of hardened potion. It splintered, crumbled, then burned away into ash which then seemingly disappeared. Madame Pomfrey waved her wand and Rachel was back in her Quidditch robes.

"That's all. Have a nice day!"

Rachel adjusted her robes a bit then walked slowly out of the infirmary. She was still a little sore. Fred and George were waiting for her.

"We decided." Said Fred.

"That we feel like exercising our arms." Said George.

"And carrying you the whole way." And the picked her up. The conversation was much better on the way to Gryffindor tower. Basically, Rachel told them about her lucky bra.

"I mean, so many people have lucky socks and I wanted something different."

"When did you get it?"

"When I was in fifth form at Eastern. It was a present for getting on the Quidditch team. A gag gift really. But I thought it was funny, and they told me it was lucky, so I wore it to every game."

"Did you wear it to the try outs?"

Rachel giggled. "Yep!"

"I still can't believe it." Fred said as they approached the portrait. "Pink with cherries. And you don't even really like cherries now, do you?"

The party was great. Rachel had been to other Gryffindor parties of course, but this was the greatest in her opinion. Perhaps because so many people stopped to tell her she did a good job, and was really brave. She felt so happy. Ron had brought some food up from the kitchens, so they had eclairs and cookies and cakes and lots of other things. Someone had brought in a wizard radio and people were dancing. Suddenly Lee got up on the table in the center of the common room.

"Could I have the members of the Quidditch team up here please?" Rachel was pushed over to the table. She and the rest of the team stepped up and surveyed the crowd. "Can we have a round of applause please?"

The room erupted into cheers. The team waved and bowed and blew kisses. Then they slowly started getting off the table. Rachel saw Seamus in the crowd, near to the table. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up. Lee looked at the two of them.

"Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!" He started chanting. Most of the rest of the crowd joined in. Rachel looked at Seamus. Seamus looked at Rachel.

And he kissed her.

Just then Lavender yelled "STOP!" at the top of her lungs. The room went dead quiet.

A/N: Oooh...cliffie cliffie cliffie cliffie!