A/N: This is a story I wrote a couple years ago on hpff. I meant to add it on here when I started writing it but somehow never got around to it. Anyway let me know what you think please, reviews are my lifeblood. ^_^

DISCLAIMER: You can tell I do not own Harry Potter because if I did Harry and Hermoine would be making incredibly adorable and super smart babies as we speak.

Thank you

-Hunnysuckle

Classes started a week ago, and as far as Hermione was concerned things were going as smoothly as possible. But then again, that's the kind of person she was... always up to date, always on task, and always organized. She was happy that way, it felt safe and secure; it was a good thing to have that as one less thing to worry about with Harry Potter as a best friend.

For Hermione had a great number of things to worry about already. Who or what was going to try to kill them next? Is Lord Voldemort right around every corner they pass? How will she memorize all the extra spells necessary to ensure at least the tiniest bit of their safety? What she didn't know, as she lay drifting slowly into descending consciousness, that she would never have to worry about anything ever again.

"Wake Up! Wake Up! Wake Up!," Hermione screamed at the two idiots passed out on the couches of the common room she called friends. "We have to be in class in ten minutes! Have you even done your homework? Are you even going to change your robes from yesterday? I swear! If both of you aren't up within the next two minutes I'm leaving for class without you and you can forget all about the assignments I've already completed for you!"

"Whozzat? Done homework assignments? Where?" Grumbled Ron a few seconds later from the chair by the fire, his winter hat still covering half his face. But no answer came, Hermione had already left leaving the completed assignments on the chairside table next to him. As Ron stumbled awake, still fuzzy from the amount of butterbeer drinken the night before, he kicked Harry asleep in the couch across the room and grabbed the papers. When they finally set off, still too groggy to speak, they realized Hermione was nowhere to be found.

"Did Hermione say anything about missing class today?" Wispered Harry as the boys found their seats in class five minutes late.

"Of course not! Hermione NEVER misses class. Maybe she's at the library doing some research for our potions paper and lost track of time."

"Yea. I'm sure she'll walk through the door any minute freaking out about the roll call she missed." Harry said with a laugh. And with that class began without further discussion, and halfway through the session they were so focused on making their pencils fly in Charms they didn't even realize she had never come in at all. It was then, that one of the student's pencils flew right smack dab in the middle of the forhead of a painting of a former headmaster and the entire class errupted in laughter. That gave the boys a moment to look around the classroom and noticed that not only was Hermione not there, but no one even seemed to notice she was gone. Not the students, not the teacher, no one asked where Hermione was. Harry and Ron looked at each other and wondered what on earth was going on.

As class ended and slowly dispersed, the two boys stayed behind to talk to the Charms Professor about Hermione's whereabouts.

"Didn't anyone notify you?" he asked them; fear ripping through their heart simultaniously. Harry could barely hear the professor's words as the worst possible scenarios flew through his imagination at warp at Ron who had the same expression as he did on his face, as they waited for what seemed like an eternity for the words describing what had really happened.

"She's been admitted to the hospital wing..." Harry felt suddenly nauseous, realizing that the hangover he was still nursing from the night before was certainly not helping his body prepare for the bad news he was sure he was getting.

"She's stopped talking..."