"Hermione stop!" Harry yelled running after her.

"No, I-I can't." She didn't look back; she kept her eyes focused on the gravel road in front of her. If she turned and looked back then she might fall. If she fell then she would be wasting precious seconds getting up. And as those seconds ticked by, he would be coming closer. And she didn't want him coming closer. She didn't want him catching her. Not again.

"'Mione please, slow down!" she heard Harry behind her, breathless. But she refused to acknowledge him. She tried pretending that he wasn't there. But as he was a faster runner than she was he quickly overtook her.

She felt strong arms wrap around her waist to stop her tireless running. Before she knew it, the world was tilting as she stumbled and fell. Lucky Harry's arms prevented her hitting the ground with full force. She couldn't look at him. She couldn't into his eyes and see pity. Not again. She wasn't going to let them feel sorry for her. Poor, weak Hermione. Hermione Granger who always needed to be saved. Hermione who always acted without thinking, blinded by passion.

She struggled with all her might to free herself from his arms. It was not use. They had an iron tight grip on her and they weren't about to loosen up. Changing tactic Hermione began clawing at the bare skin. Drawing blood might cause him enough pain to consider releasing her.

"Hey! What is wrong with you?"

"Let me go." She said in an unsteady voice, all the while continuing the clawing on his arm.

"Not until I'm sure you wont run away." He said and in a swift movement managed to pin Hermione's arms by her side, ceasing her scratching.

Defeated, Hermione felt her body go slack. The adrenaline and the shock were wearing off allowing her to finally feel the pain of her injuries. The cut on her cheek was throbbing; her ankle ached and sent white hot flashes of pain up her leg. Looking down she saw the bone protruding. Nauseated she couldn't figure out how she had managed to run with it like that. How she had managed to avoid the pa-

"Hey I think she's waking up," a voice floated hazily to her ear. Hermione tried to open her eyes to see who had spoken but she failed. It was almost as if they were glued shut, "Call Pomfrey."

She felt the rustling of covers as someone sat next to her. Although the speaker has spoken calmly before, now as they were sitting so close she could feel the anxiety emanating from their body in waves.

Hermione tried again to open her eyes. This time she managed to get them open a fraction and she could see Ron sitting on the edge of her bed. Closing her eyes against the harsh white of the room, she tried to remember how she got there. She didn't know where there was, but if she had to guess she would say the infirmary at Hogwarts. Wasn't that where everyone ended up eventually?

"When did she open her eyes?" the voice of an older woman broke through her thoughts.

"She didn't," Ron, said looking at the unconscious and unmoving girl in front of him. It pained him to see her this way, battered and bruised, black and blue. He could feel the moisture in his eyes returning as he thought back to the day they found her, and he was almost overcome by grief.

"You mean to tell me you just dragged me away from another patient for no reason?" Madame Pomfrey was incredulous.

"No, no – listen," Ron began quickly, the words tumbling from his mouth all at once, "She moaned, and they her eyelids began fluttering. I swear I even saw her arm twitch. Listen to me, she is waking up. I know it."

"Be that as it may, there is no visible movement now, so if you'll excuse me I must return to my other patient. Who, I might add, is actually awake."

Hermione heard her stalk off. She struggled against the welcoming darkness to stay awake. There had been panic in Ron's voice, almost as if she had been asleep for a long time. But that couldn't be. It was near impossible. But before she could dwell on it any longer, she felt her mind succumbing to the wonderful darkness. She felt all her worries slip away. Reality seemed as distant as a star in the sky. And Hermione could have sworn that she felt her heartbeat slow down. Slow down, and then stop.

Authors Note: Hey everyone, hope you enjoyed the first chapter of 'For You'. I apologise for the short length, the next one will be longer. Now you know the drill leave a comment and tell me what you think. The more reviews I get the faster I will post the next chapter. xoxo