Fair Game | theodore nott

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE

"Miss Dempsey! This is the fourth time this week!"

"I know bu—"

"And you've dislocated another bone in your body again!"

"True—"

"Do you realize how unhealthy this is!? How can you be so reckless?!"

"...In my defense, Longbottom distracted me."

"Hey!"

Cecile Dempsey winced when said boy, who had been supporting most of her weight, made a quick movement that caused her injured knee to move with him.

Neville's eyes widened as he quickly adjusted her weight, "Sorry, sorry!" Madam Pomfrey sighed and led them over to one of the unoccupied beds. "And that's not what happened."

"Sure it is," Cecile winced when they brought her injured leg up on the bed, "your gorgeous and enticing blue eyes captured my attention, I just couldn't look away."

The boy's face turned red no matter how hard he tried to hide it as he cleared his throat, "She was practicing on her broom. She attempted a difficult move and ended up falling face first into the ground."

"Didn't need to add that last part, Longbottom."

"I wasn't going to. But then I remembered how hard I tried not to laugh."

"Rude!"

Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes, "Thank you, Mr. Longbottom, I will take it from here."

With a small nod, Neville moved to leave, "Hey, you're not going to stay and hold my hand?" She asked him with a small pout.

Neville turned back, his face still red, and narrowed his eyes, "You'll survive."

She gasped as he left the Hospital Wing in quick shuffles, leaving her with an irritated witch who had seen her face more than she would like this week. No doubt about it, Neville Longbottom has grown some considerably large balls. She would have both Weasley and Abbot to thank for that.

At least she was still able to make him blush easily, even if he threw some witty comebacks to counter her own.

"I was serious, Miss Dempsey." Madam Pomfrey scolded while she inspected her knee, "If this is going to keep happening, I suggest you cease playing Quidditch all together."

Cecile sat up straighter, "Injuries are bound to happen either way in our world, especially Quidditch. Hell, it comes with the whole package."

"Just be more careful," The older woman sighed, "And avoid making frequent visits here, you have school to focus on! Especially making up for all that work you missed."

"Yeah but we won't spend as much time together anymore, Pompoms, won't you miss—OW!"

While Cecile had been distracted, the woman had taken it upon herself to snap the bone back in place which caused a brief pain she'd always hated. "Ah, shit!" She hissed while holding her leg, "Fuck. Shit. Fuckity, fuck, fuck!"

Madam Pomfrey wiped her hands against her dress and rolled her eyes. A small potion appeared on the little table next to the bed, "Take that, it will relieve your pain. And I suggest you don't put any weight on that knee for the rest of the night. And to ensure you don't do that, you will stay here until the morning. Is that understood?"

"Ugh, Merlin's raw tit."

"Good. Now rest." Without wasting any more time, Madam Pomfrey disappeared in the back, leaving a groaning Cecile.