One on one.
(Sorry its late we have really bad writers block, so we listened to Harry potter music on I-tunes!)
Over the next few days, Rose quickly adjusted to life at Hogwarts. She found she had a particularly good talent for Defence against the dark arts. The Quidditch tryouts were quickly drawing near and Rose was practising hard with Harry. She tried out all the positions but found she was best at Chaser.
The night before the Quidditch tryouts she was tossing and turning in her bed, no matter how hard she tried she could not get to sleep so in the end she put on her dressing gown and crept out of the dormitory for a midnight stroll.
While she was walking down to the Owlery intending to write a letter to Sirius about her first few weeks when she bumped into George Weasley.
"Hi Rose, what you doing up so late!" George asked, blushing slightly.
" Oh, I was just going to send a letter because I cant sleep I'm really nervous about tomorrow, your in the Gryffindor team aren't you?" Rose asked timidly.
" Yeh I'm a beater with Fred, but don't worry I've seen you play you got nothing to worry about" George reassured Rose.
" Thank you .. Hang on what are you doing up here?!" Rose asked suspiciously.
" Erm errr, I couldn't sleep either can't get something out my head" George said sheepishly.
" Ohhhh I hope it's not a girl" Rose teased. George blushed violently.
" Wh- wh- what do you mean wh-wh-who told you?" George stammered.
" What are you on about, nobody's told me anything. Oh my gosh who is it?!?" Rose inquired. But before George could reply they Snape and Filches voice echoing in the corridor. " Quick RUNNNN" Rose whispered panicking.
" In here I know a shortcut" George whispered back. They squeezed in a tight hole behind a statue of crooked nosed witch.
" We'll have to stay in here a while till the coast is clear". George sat down. Rose sat down next to him.
"It's freezing in here George" Rose complained, shivering.
" Here have my cloak" George offered.
" No don't im fine-" But George wrapped it round her shoulders. Doing so he leaned in and hesitated for a moment. Rose leaned in as well, as there lips brushed against each other, they tenderly kissed. Rose had never felt anything so passionate before. George soft hands against her cheek made her body tingle with anticipation. Slowly they broke apart, breathless. George looked away embarrassed. "Sorry - I couldn't resist. You are the reason I can't sleep. Ever since I met you, you have been on my mind."
Roses jaw dropped. "Oh, okay then…" Rose said.
"Sorry"
"There's no need to apologize" Rose answered. George peeked out of there hiding place and said that the coast was clear.
"Okay…well, I'll erm...see you tomorrow then…" Rose said awkwardly.
"Yeah, bye…oh and good luck for tomorrow - not that you'll need it" George walked away and turned a corner. Rose was frozen with shock. She realised she still had his cloak round her shoulders.
The next day
Rose was sitting quietly at breakfast she hadn't eaten anything. Fred and George walked over and sat down beside her. "Hi guys…hi Rose!" George said while helping himself to some sausages. Oliver sat down opposite her and said: "I want all of the contestants for the Quidditch tryouts out on the pitch in five. Good luck Rose!" her winked at her. George saw and clenched his fists under the table. He knew he couldn't say anything as no-one had found out about the previous night.
Rose walked out to the pitch and nervously took her place in the line of wannabe chasers. They all looked so professional and she was worried as she had only been on a broom for the first time one week ago.
"Rose Potter" Oliver shouted from the other side of the pitch. She kicked off from the ground and took flight. She scored nine out of the ten quaffles she was given and when she finally landed again Oliver looked ecstatic. George smiled at her from the Gryffindor stand and Harry came and gave her a hug.
"Well I think we all know who our new chaser is" Oliver announced. There was a celebration party in the Gryffindor common room that night.