A/N: Hey everyone. I'm back and decided that I wanted to repost and revamp this story. There isn't much different in this chapter, but future chapters will change a lot. Read on. I am not the one and only J.K Rowling.

Chapter One

"Mudblood, your friends aren't here to help you now. Let's see what the brightest witch of her age can do on her own." Hermione was groping her pockets for her wand. Malfoy had cornered her outside of the library. Crabbe and Goyle were sulking somewhere behind him.

"Now, what damage should I inflict? Sure I could just stupefy you or grow your teeth out again, but those are so temporary. I hope you're not still looking for your wand." he said haughtily. He pulled a thin strip of wood, she recognized as her wand, from his pocket. "Nicked that off the desk in the library. You really should be more careful with your valuable possessions, mud blood." Hermione blanched. There wasn't much she could do to protect herself. She could scream, but that wouldn't stop Malfoy from performing a curse. So she just stood there, waiting for the inevitable.

"Obliviate!" she heard Malfoy scream. There was movement in front of her. She had closed her eyes as soon as he opened his mouth. As she opened them, memories intact, she saw Goyle lying on the ground in front of her. He was unconscious.

"What the bloody hell? Crabbe come here you great oaf. Why would Goyle do that? Ruin the most fun I've managed to have in years." He was walking down the corridor with Crabbe by his side. 'They are just going to leave him here!' Hermione thought. 'I can't carry him to the hospital wing. He's way too big for me to drag too.' Then she saw her wand lying on the floor a little ways down the corridor. She ran to it and levitated Goyle to the hospital wing.

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Madam Pomfrey fussed over Goyle for several minutes before she even asked any questions. She finally started walking towards Hermione about 10 minutes after they arrived.

"He has woken up, but doesn't remember anything. That was quite a memory charm. He remembers his name and he seems to have recollection of is parents, but he doesn't know where he is. Who cursed him Miss Granger?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, but you probably hear that a lot." Madam Pomfrey merely nodded.

"Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle cornered me on my way out of the library tonight. The corridor was deserted and Malfoy tried to use the memory charm on me, but I guess Goyle stepped in front of it." Questions that Hermione had been avoiding flooded her mind as though a dam had broken. 'Why would he do that for me? He's never even said a word to me.'

"Would you like to see him? Maybe you can give him a little insight as to why he is here." Hermione stiffened.

"I don't know that I could help him. His two best friends left him in that corridor, knowing full well what condition he would be in when he woke up, but where are they to give him insight?" Madam Promfrey put a consoling hand on her shoulder. "I guess I do owe him an explanation though, at the very least." She walked slowly towards the curtains around his bed, uncertainly pulling them aside.

"Hello" Goyle said, his tone quite friendly.

"Hi, I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger." he shook her hand. "How do you feel?"

"I feel fine. I'm just having a problem remembering things. Umm, this is an awkward question, but do I know you? I imagine I do, in some fashion, or you wouldn't be here."

"Well, that's a complicated question. I know who you are. We don't speak, well at all. I wouldn't be able to tell you what you were like or share any memories with you; none that you would like very much anyway."

"Then why are you here?"

"Well," she felt guilty and horrible. She didn't know exactly how to say this without him hating her or blaming her. "You are here because of me. I didn't curse you, but your best friend was about to obliviate me. You stepped in front of me and shielded me from it. I don't know why. Actually that would be my only question for you, but I imagine the answer was erased in said incident." she was flustered, which didn't happen often. She always chose her words carefully and knew exactly how to phrase her opinions and facts, but she was at a loss.

"So," there was a long pause. "I'm here because some guy tried to curse you." he was trying to hide his bitter tone, but failed.

"Yes, I'm very sorry. I wasn't expecting it at all or else I wouldn't have let you, but there was nothing I could do to stop you."

"Well, from the way it sounds it was something I wanted to do. Maybe, I'm sorry for my tone, I am just really confused."

"I know." she felt overwhelming gratitude and pity for Gregory Goyle. She reached out and grabbed his hand without thinking. As soon as their hands touched she retracted it. Uncomfortable silence ensued.

"Umm, well, I imagine you need your rest. If you need anything, anything at all, just ask for me. I owe you a lot." She stood and was about to leave.

"Thank you." he said timidly.

"Why would you be thanking me, it should definitely be me thanking you."

"Well, you say that we don't talk and we aren't friends and I have these best friends, but I can't help but notice who is here with me and who is not."

"No apology necessary, really. I'm just trying my best to help you. After what you have done for me it seems so small. Well, good night Gregory."

"Good night, Hermione."

She left the hospital wing and dashed to the Gryffindor common room to find Harry and Ron. They would never believe her night. 'I can't imagine what they will do to Malfoy when they hear what he tried to do to me.'

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