Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling and I do not own Harry Potter. I just like to play with the characters.

AN: This story is rated M for mature audiences. It hints at sex and has heavy touching. If you're uncomfortable with that, please turn back. If you're not uncomfortable :) then enjoy.

This is a complete story with 5 chapters that I'll be posting one at a time. Please read and review so I know if I need to work on things. I'm new at story telling.

Rose was in agony. Her neck was stiff and rigid and she couldn't move it more than 2 cm to each side to read her herbology text and continue writing on her parchment the essay on the 3 uses of mimbulous mimbeltonia. Professor Longbottom was really excited about this subject.

She slowly wrote out another few words on her parchment. She couldn't afford to move her arms too much or searing pain would shoot through both shoulder blades. And wiggling in her seat was out of the question, or her lower back would scream at her. But sitting still didn't help her sore glutes and burning hamstrings. Might as well throw in her calves and quads and call it a day.

What happened to her you may ask?

Well, last night before the quidditch match this morning she had unfortunately slept at a bad angle and her neck stiffened up. Too proud to go request a muscle relaxant potion from Madam Pomfrey this morning in case the Ravenclaws heard and said she was too weak, - what a mistake - she had spent the game unable to turn her head and consequently missing several passes. Then, when she heard Albus shout at her to watch her back, she couldn't turn around in time to see the bludger streaking towards her. She went down hard. Hence why every muscle ached. And why didn't she get the muscle relaxant potion after she was hurt you ask? Because Madam Pomfrey was out since everyone from the game had apparently asked for them prior. And she had been worried about looking weak. What a joke.

Anyway, she'd just have to endure this until Madam Pomfrey got a new supply day after tomorrow. But man it bloody well hurt.

BANG

"What the –" A sudden stack of books being dumped on the table next to her made her reflexively jerk her head up. She immediately groaned at the jab of pain shooting through her neck and pressed her hand to the base of her neck where it throbbed the most. The sudden movement of her arm started the chain reaction of her back and shoulders aching and she couldn't get away from all the pain.

"You alright?" The perpetrator questioned softly. She slowly raised her head to look into the concerned grey eyes of her best friend.

"Scorpius, what the hell? Don't you know a girl in pain when you see one? No sudden movements please." She ground out.

"Pain? Sorry I didn't know. What's wrong? Didn't you get fixed up at the hospital wing after you took that spill?" He chortled slightly at the word spill. Being in Slytherin, he was secretly glad that Ravenclaw had trounced Gryffindor today, it gave his house a better chance at winning the quidditch cup.

"Madam Pomfrey was out of MR potions" Rose grumbled. "And you don't have to look so happy about my current predicament. Some best friend you are."

Immediately he looked guilty. "I'm sorry Rose. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Not unless you know how to brew an MR potion in half the time it requires so I don't have to spend all day tomorrow stiff as a board." She groused.

"Well, barring that impossibility maybe I can employ a good old fashioned muggle way to cure your aches." He smirked. Her mother says that it's a genetic defect all Malfoys inherit. Apparently his father, Mr. Malfoy, was famous for his smirking habits too. Personally Rose just found it annoying.

"What magical cure is this oh know-it-all?"

"It's not magical, it's muggle" He grinned this time. Looked much better on him if you asked her, but he was being a wise ass and she couldn't appreciate it now.

"Oh for the love of – look if you don't wanna help just go away." She jerked, or attempted to jerk, her book towards her but the movement of her arms made her wince and her brows furrow in pain.

Scropius' playful manner disappeared and he became serious. "I'm sorry Rose, I was teasing. I was trying to suggest a massage. Muggles swear by them for relieving aches and pains."

"And how would you know about what muggles swear by?" She groused. She wasn't in the mood for his games. He was her best friend and she knew he liked to mess around but she wasn't feeling very forgiving at the moment.

"I took muggle studies, not to mention I pay attention whenever your mother and Uncle Harry discuss muggle things." He said as he moved around to stand behind her.

"Mum and Uncle Harry never talked about massages." She said with a pout since she could no longer see what he was up to. Turning her head was out of the question.

"You're right, I must have picked this up from that muggle book I found – uh, I found."

He was being very suspicious about this. But before she could question him further he placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed both thumbs into the base of her neck. She usually begrudged him his always warm hands but at this very moment the heat he displaced to her sore neck and the pressure he was applying felt really, really good.