When I finally landed, I heard a sickening crack and shooting pain went through my right hand, then through the rest of my body. I slowly opened my eyes to find myself in a dark forest that I couldn't recognize. I also found that I had slammed my hand against a hard rock and there was blood seeping out from under it. I tried to turn to my side but the pain that shot through me was so unbearable that I screamed.

Breathing heavily, and then holding my breath, I quickly turned on my right side and grabbed my broken hand. The pain shot through me again causing me to cry heavily, but silently.

"Help," I cried out weakly. "Someone help me."

All I could hear was the cold wind blowing through me. I curled up into a tight ball, shutting my eyes tightly and continued to sob as I held my hand.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and soon I found myself sobbing over a dead shadow figure.

"Hermione," I heard a voice from far away. There was a bright white light and I found myself back where I had been but I was in someone's arms. "Come on, Hermione, come back to me."

I knew that voice. "Get off of me, Diggory," I complained, struggling to get out of his arms, the pain in my hand getting worse with every move.

"Hermione, don't move," Cedric warned. "You're hurt."

"I'm fine," I said stubbornly as I managed to my feet. The world around me began spin and I felt myself falling, but soon I was once again in Cedric's strong arms.

"Oh, my God, you're bleeding!" Cedric exclaimed as he saw my blood in the grass.

"Keen eye," I said weakly.

Cedric chuckled as he gently laid me down and pulled off his backpack. I saw him look over at the rock where I broke my hand, his eyes widened.

"What is it?" I asked noticing my voice was getting weaker.

"This is where you hit your hand?" he asked me as he looked at the rock.

"Do you not see the blood?" I asked.

Ignoring my question, I saw him pull a handkerchief from his pocket and wipe it against the rock.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He looked over my blood, and then the rock then he pulled out what looked like a medical journal from his bag and lit his wand. He flipped and looked over a few pages before he closed it and walked over to me.

"Hermione," he said to me. "Do you feel like you have a fever?"

As soon as he said that, my head felt hot and I started to sweat. I opened my mouth to answer, but my voice was gone.

"You can't talk, can you?" Cedric asked.

I slowly shook my head.

"Damn it!" Cedric swore. He reached over and placed the back of hand on my forehead then to my cheek. "You're burning up." He quickly rose to his feet and seized his backpack. Once he was by my side again, he opened his bag fully and pulled out a blanket and wrapped it around me, then he took off his jacket and tucked it under my head. With gentle arms he sat me up and helped me take off my backpack, but seeing the dizzying effect it had on me, he quickly, but gently laid me back down.

What was happening to me that was making him so scared?

"I'll be right back," he whispered as he stroked my clammy cheek. "I need to get some firewood or you'll freeze."

As I watched him disappear into the darkness, I looked over to where he placed my backpack. I weakly began to reach for it, but all I managed to do was knock it over causing the contents to spill out on the ground.

"Hermione, what are you doing?" Cedric asked in a slight panic as he came back with some broken tree branches in his arms. He laid the branches a few feet in front of me. "You're not supposed to move," he said as laid me back down. "You'll only spread the poison faster."

I stared. Did he just say poison? I thought in panic. I began to breathe heavily.

"Hermione, you need to calm down," Cedric warned as he sat next to me and pulled me into his lap. He pointed his wand at the branches. "Incendio!" The branches busted into flames that looked as if they had burning for hours. He then raised his wand in the air, "Periculum!" he cried sending red sparks into the air. He then placed his wand down beside him. He then reached into his bag and pulled out a small first aid kit and began to clean the wound on my hand, not knowing he was causing me more pain. "What is it?" he asked when he saw me flinch.

I motioned down at my hand. Cedric very carefully ran a finger over my hand, he sighed when I flinched again.

"It's broken," he said sadly.

I nodded slowly.

"What were you trying to do?" he asked as he very carefully wrapped my hand in gauze.

I motioned towards my backpack with my eyes, looking at it and then back at Cedric.

"Your backpack?" he asked.

I nodded again.

He pulled my bag towards him, but then noticed my things were on the ground. I noticed he turned slightly pink, he must have noticed my underwear.

He cleared his throat nervously. "Is it the notebook you wanted?" he asked, trying hard to stop blushing.

I nodded with a slight smile.

He reached for the notebook, careful not to make me move, but when he grabbed it, it slipped open and he was able read what I had written. Now, it was my turn to blush. But he closed it before he could get a good look.

I stared.

"I figured you wouldn't want me to read it," Cedric said with his sweet smile. I think that smile is beginning to grow on me. "Hermione?" he asked urgently as I began to shake slightly and my eyes began to roll into the back of my head. "Hermione, look at me. You have to fight this, you hear me?"

I tried to keep my eyes on him, but it was hard.

Cedric seized his wand. "Periculum!" he cried sending more red sparks in the air. "You have to fight this," he repeated as he placed his hand on my face. I could see tears shining in his eyes as my vision blurred. "No, don't close your eyes," he ordered. "Don't go to sleep!"

But it was too late, darkness had already swallowed me. I thought I was dead, but then I realized that I could still hear and feel.

"Mione, please," I heard Cedric beg, his voice echoing.

Mione, I thought. No one has ever given me a nickname before. I like it.

Cedric tightened his grip on me as he rose to feet, but not before seizing both of our bags and throwing them over his shoulder, he left the fire to crackle. Cedric knew that if he couldn't get help to come to us, then he would have to look for it.

"Help!" I heard him cry out in surprisingly strong and clear voice. "Is anyone there? We need help!"

I noticed as he took more steps, he became slower and more sluggish. I think the weight of the bags and me were starting to get to him.

"Help!" Cedric cried again, his voice still loud and clear.

I could hear a voice from a far away distance, but I couldn't tell who it was.

I heard Cedric sigh in relief. "Someone's coming, Mione, you're going to be okay."

Then I heard Harry's voice, "Cedric, what the hell happened?" he asked. "How did you end up way out here?"

"I'll explain later," said Cedric. "Right now, we need to get Hermione some help."

"What's wrong with her?" Harry asked. I could hear the panic in his voice as he rubbed my cheek.

"No time," Cedric snapped through his teeth. "She's needs help now!"

"Give her to me," Harry ordered. "I'll carry her back to camp."

Cedric passed me over to Harry. The smell of Harry's cologne filled my nostrils.

The last thing I heard was sickening pop and Cedric crying out in pain.