Okay, this is my first fanfic so don't flame me...please? This is TOTALLY experimental so if I get constructive criticism, I'll be happy, but non specific mean things are totally unwanted. So...here it goes...

Disclaimer- Like always I don't think up the good characters They all belong to the most wonderful author in the world, JK Rowling

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Hermione sat carefully avoiding the assortment of bills, unanswered mail, and miscellaneous other trash scattered carelessly across her table. She looked at the clock mounted on the wall as it ticked on, disregarding all Hermione's efforts to make it slow so she could finish all that she had started. Moonlight streamed in through the window flashing across her workspace as the wind blew the trees out of the moon's eerie path. She sighed heavily pulling a letter from the top of the pile. She flipped it seeing the all too familiar seal. The shield glowed in the poor lighting. She threw it aside angrily and started for a bill with bright lettering. 'URGENT'. She thumbed the envelope, then turned back to where she had tossed the letter. She reached out for it. She ripped the seal slowly opening it. A knock sounded at the door. She dropped the letter and pulled a robe over her flannel pajamas.

Who in their right mind would knock at midnight?

She stumbled to the doorway, cursing when she stubbed her toe on the coffee table. She opened the door glancing at the figure that was slumped outside. The figure moaned, silver eyes flashed up at Hermione. She flipped the porch light on.

He was tall. Or normally he would be. He was hunched over so he was considerably shorter. He clutched his side so his platinum blond hair fell in his face, overshadowing all but his bright eyes.

He wore a large cloak that shrouded him completely.

"Are you uhh...okay?" Hermione asked. God that was stupid! Of course he's not okay! She held her hand to him. "Here, I'll call the ambulance..."

"No!...I mean...It's not that bad..." His eyes widened at the proposal.

She looked at him oddly, then shrugged. "Alright, but let me at least come in so I can bandage you up.

Slowly he followed her in, trying to act casual as if he weren't following a complete stranger into her house at midnight. She threw a pillow off the couch making a spot for him to sit. She motioned for him to sit as she continued to the bathroom. He looked around. The house was spotless except for the covered table. He thought about going up and snooping, but the wound on his side prevented him from doing so...not that he would have! Of course he wouldn't do that to the person helping him...especially this woman. Although he just met her, she was beautiful. The curly auburn hair lying softly on her shoulders, framing her perfect face. Her soft, concerned eyes...He could see them even now...wait...he was seeing them now.

"Anyone home?" She giggled. "Hey there!" He blinked back to reality. "I'm gonna need you to take off your cloak." She blushed furiously.

"Uhh...sure..." He unlatched his cloak allowing it to fall. His body was perfect. Even shrouded in a dark green shirt. A gash in his side caused a scarlet stain on the lower half of his T-shirt that was slowly seeping into his blue jeans.

Hermione blinked. "Your...side...it's bleeding."

Merlin that sounded stupid.

She set the box she had been holding on the coffee table. She bent down to examine the severity of the open wound. He watched her dig through the box behind her. She turned bright pink to his amusement. "Your...uhh...shirt. It's..." He pulled his shirt up to his chest.

"Better?"

"Uhh...yea" She took the bandages and started to wrap them around his waist. "How did this happen...it doesn't look like any wound I've seen...Mr...."

"David Martin" He said quickly.

"Heather Gaines," The name still didn't seem to fit her, but that was her new identity.

"I was visiting my girlfriend, and found that she doesn't quite understand the term loyalty. We started arguing and well...this happened." He shrugged. And smiled realizing 'Heather' was gaping at him. "You remind me so much of this girl who went to my school."

She laughed and stood up. "Well, that's it..." She held her hand out to help him stand. As he stood he stepped back, obviously light-headed. "Whoa...watch out. Here, you can rest in my guest room." She looked down at her hand which was still firmly in his. She pulled her hand out of his, blushing. "It's...umm...this way." She walked through the kitchen with him close on her heels. "It's in here..." She pushed a door open. "The bathroom is that way, at the end of the hallway."

He nodded, entering the room and flipping the light on. The room was simple: a bed, a lamp, a clock, nothing special. "It's...nice."

"Sorry, it's not much, I don't have many guests." She frowned. "Well, ring this bell if you need anything." She said producing a bell from a table beside the door. "So, yeah...see you in the morning. Goodnight David." She stumbled sleepily to her room.

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Where am I?

Suddenly it all came back. The fight, the girl, and then he was here. He stood and walked to the door.

I should leave. I mustn't bother her any longer...but...

He pulled a paper out of his pocket and placed it on the pillow. He head out the bedroom, through the kitchen, but before he continued on he saw something that caught his eye.

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Don't hurt me! I know it's a piece of crap but yea...high five for anybody who reviews and thanks for reading! So yea, I will check back later and if I don't get too many bad things I'll write another chapter...Sorry again.