Gryffindor vs. Slytherin
The first Quidditch match of the season was drawing closer and nerves were running high. Draco Malfoy had taken to taunting Rose in the corridors between lessons. He shouted insults at her and one day, he took it a little too far.
"Oy! Potter! Everyone knows your only in the team because you're Wood's girlfriend!" He shouted one day lining up for potions.
"What the hell are you on about Malfoy?" Harry yelled back, "You're only on the team because your dad bought everyone new brooms!"
"What do you know Potter? Pansy heard Fred saying to Angelina that George said that he'd seen Wood and Rose getting off after your pathetic little party."
Harry looked over at Rose who quickly put a confused look on her face.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about" She said quickly.
Hermione suddenly gasped, she'd finally realised what Rose and George had been fighting about the other night. Rose shot her a sharp look and Hermione quickly shut up.
"What's going on Rose?" Harry inquired.
"It's none of your business, and it's definitely none of YOURS Draco" Rose shot back.
"I'm worried about you Rose" said Harry later in the back of Snape's dungeon, "You've been acting really weird lately"
"I'm fine, just leave me alone." Rose snapped.
Snape walked in with his black cloak billowing behind him. "Is that someone talking on the back row? 10 points from Gryffindor!"
There were gasps of outrage at Snape's unfairness.
In the changing room before the match Oliver was giving the team his 'prep-talk'.
". . . Chasers, you will need to score at least fifty points more than Slytherin to make sure we win. Harry make sure you don't catch the snitch unless we're fifty points up . . ."
A couple of minutes later after his lengthy talk he said, "Rose, can I have a private word?"
"Erm yeh sure"
George cautiously watched from the corner.
"Erm . . . about that night… we should probably talk-"
Rose interrupted, "Sorry Oliver but I'm not ready for a boyfriend right now, besides you should probably get someone your own age…"
"I see" Oliver said
"I'm sorry"
"…AND POTTER'S GOT THE QUAFFLE - ROSE POTTER NOT HARRY! THAT WOULD BE WEIRD! ANYWAY SHE DODGES FLINT-THAT COULD HAVE BEEN NASTY - AND SHE'S MAKING HER WAY UP TO THE HOOP - SHE'S QUITE HOT ISN'T SHE PROFESSOR?!" Lee Jordan commentated.
Professor McGonnagal gave him a stern stare.
"YES, ERM ANYWAY ROSE HAS SCORED!!! IT'S 60-130 TO GRYFFINDOR. AND THAT WAS MALFOY NEARLY KNOCKED OFF HIS BROOM - IT'S A SHAME HE DIDN'T FALL!"
"LEE!" McGonnagal snapped.
"SORRY PROFESSOR, SORRY. BUT IT LOOKS LIKE HARRY'S ON TO ! HE'S DEFINITELY SEEN THE SNITCH - HE'S DOING A FANTASTIC DIVE AND LOOK!! HE'S CAUGHT THE SNITCH!! GRYFFINDOR WIN BY . . . A LOT!!!"
"OH BUT WHAT'S THIS? MALFOY IS CHASING ROSE POTTER AROUND THE PITCH! OH NO HE'S CAUGHT ONTO HER BROOM TAIL AND IS TRYING TO PUSH HER OFF! NOOO SHE FALLS!! SOMEBODY SAVE HER!!!! HARRY GOES INTO A DIVE BUT HE IS TOO LATE - ROSE HAS HIT THE GROUND!!"
Rose slowly opened her eyes and looked blearily around. She saw the whole of the Gryffindor team surrounding her in the hospital wing.
"Wha-What happened?" She asked.
"Malfoy pushed you off" Harry said.
"Yeah, I'm going to kill him, he's such a sore loser" George said angrily.
It was the evening after the match and Rose had been unconscious for around 3 hours. Her head was banging like a drum and her leg was very sore. She felt dizzy and sick and needed some air, but with all the Gryffindors surrounding her she couldn't. She looked pale and George noticed, he sat next to her and reached for her hand, nobody noticed. She looked at him and he looked at her and at that moment she knew she was forgiven.
While all the team were talking about the match, George slowly leaned forward to gently kiss her on her soft delicate lips.
Everyone noticed and there was an awkward silence while they broke apart. Rose blushed and looked away. George stood up and walked out the ward. Harry coughed uncomfortably and continued the conversation with unease.
" George and Rosy sitting in a tree, K.I.S.S.I.N.G…" Fred taunted, while Rose slid under the covers she was aware that Oliver was glaring at her. She looked at him apologetically, his face softened slightly but he still looked upset. How could he not be after she had told him she wasn't interested in older boys? But she didn't love Oliver, she suddenly realised she was falling in love.
" Oh no" Rose groaned.