She opened her eyes only to see white light. She touched her face with her hands and found out she was covered with a blindfold. She tried to see through the tiny holes, but it was so difficult… She could sense someone was there. She could hear someone breathing hard and she almost felt the pain in that breathing. She opened her mouth to speak but her throat was dry. What had happened to her? Why couldn't she remember anything? She had been walking down a school corridor and then…

"Who's there?" she murmured.

No one answered. But she could feel someone there. Someone was blocking the light from her eyes. Then she felt it. The person touched her hand, and was caressing it. She grabbed the hand that was now clutching her finger. She had never felt someone hold her like that. "Who are you?" she asked impetuously.

But suddenly she felt the hand release her quickly and heard the curtains draw.

"Oh! You woke up Miss Granger! Wonderful! You've been out for a long time." She heard the welcoming voice from Madam Pomfrey.

"What am I doing here, Madam Pomfrey?" she asked.

"A… I must say stupid… boy threw a Bludger at you. I still don't get why, though," she said angrily. "But everything's all right now."

"But… why do I have blindfolds on?"

"The medicine I'm giving you makes your eyes sensitive to the light."

"And who was that boy – who attacked me?" she asked, grabbing the glass Pomfrey handed her.

"I don't know. Your friends never told me."

"Madam Pomfrey?" she asked before closing her eyes.

"Yes?" the nurse replied, now moving the curtains back around Hermione's bed.

"Who was here before you came in?"

"Hmm… some young man; I don't know who he was. He's been here every day to visit you. I thought he was one of your friends."

"Next time, ask his name please." Hermione rested her head on the pillow and fell asleep instantaneously, wondering who could have such a soft touch and such worries about her.