Today was the worst game they'd ever had. Rain was pulsating on her skin. Her body was covered in mud and grime, sweat dripping off her robes, soaked. And Eve was loving every minute of it. She was able to get a hold of the quaffle and she weaved in and out of the players who were wearing their signature blue and bronze and red and gold colors. Ravenclaw was playing Gryffindor, and it was as close as could be. Then she saw him and he flashed a smile. She knew she was defeated, knew it was going to happen again. Every time he smiled at her (EVERY TIME!), She did something stupid. She'd fall, or snort in her laughter, or this time apparently: get knocked off her broom by a bludger, drop the quaffle, and fall 30 meters to the ground. As her limp body touched the ground; she felt a blistering pain through her left arm. It took all of her energy to turn her head, just enough to see everyone landing on the ground near her. She saw George, his face full of concern and terror. He started to run to her."Eve! Eve! Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for the bludger to knock you off your broom. Please forgive me.""I know, I just need a minute." She raised her hand to rub the tears off his face and a shock of pain went through her, she winced and he saw it."You're hurt. I'm taking you to the hospital wing!""No, I'm fine. Just let me stand up." She stands and tries to walk, falling from a limp in her leg into George's arms. He picks her up bridal style and looks into her eyes. "You're not and I'm taking you to the hospital wing. Don't try to protest." He starts walking away before anyone else can say anything, leaving an array of confused faces as he makes his way up to the castle from the pitch. She snuggles her head into his chest, trying to escape the pain."Thank you." She said it oh so quietly."What?" He said, he'd heard her but just wanted to hear her voice again."I said: Thank you. You didn't have to do this; Madam Hooch could have brought me." "I know, but I couldn't stand you being hurt and it being my fault. I can't hurt you, it would kill me. That stupid bludger.""No, it was your smile.""What about my smile?""That's why I fell, I get lost in your smile, every time I see you. I'm a loser and you're perfect." She looked away, realizing that she'd been so caught up in him, that she hadn't noticed that they were in the hospital wing. "I'm far from perfect, but you're not." He kissed her before setting her down in the hospital bed.