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A/N: This idea came to me in a dream. 'Cept it was me. And I don't know why I was dead asleep. Doesn't it work better when you have magic to work with?
Hermione Granger was a smart, even brilliant young witch. She was in her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and was doing impeccably well in her studies. At the time in March when we join her story, however, she was not conscious. Unfortunately, by this I don't mean that she is sleeping. Or perhaps you could call it that.
Perhaps I should start from the beginning.
It was late February when Hermione was walking down the hall from her arithmancy class. She was late to lunch, as was hurrying to meet Ron and Harry in the Great Hall before they had to go for Quidditch practice. (How the boys could possibly want to do anything outside in that weather was unfathomable even to Hermione, but she was accepting of her friends, and so was hurrying to make their early lunch.)
In an almost deserted hallway, however, she was postponed. I say 'almost deserted' because there were five or so other people in hallway that Hermione had failed to notice due to her engrossment in her own thoughts. Two of the five people were having a rather loud discussion at the time, which is what caused Hermione's postponement, unconsciousness, and seemingly endless sleep.
Though perhaps loud discussion is an improper use of words. In this particular case, loud discussion means a wizard's duel, which, as you probably know, can have horrible consequences. Hermione Granger was unlucky enough to have been caught in the crossfire of this particular duel.
Had she been less worried about her timing and more alert to the halls ahead of her, she would have heard the loud hexes coming from that particular hallway and would have drawn her wand, ready to fulfill her prefect duties. But she was, as I have said, not paying attention, and was hit by a rather odd combination of spells.
This particular combination of spells, which was a mix of a sleeping spell by the name of "Quietus" and a spell meant to be a rather awful jinx involving boils and odd colouring but was misspoken in such a way that it became "Amorverus," caused Hermione to fall into an almost dead sleep. I do hope you're not superstitious, and will therefore forgive my last choice of words to describe Hermione's sleeping patterns at that moment. I know Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley wouldn't.
As for them, this is where they come into our little twist of events. They gave up their Quidditch practice to go looking for Hermione, despite the belief that she was probably just in the library or caught up in a conversation with her Professor. As they soon found out, she was not.
Upon closer inspection by Madam Pomfrey and the esteemed Albus Dumbledore, it was found that Hermione was under a sleeping spell which could only be broken by true love's kiss. Seems a lot like an old muggle fairy tale, doesn't it?
A/N: Please review if you want me to continue.