A/N: I am so sorry that it has taken me this long to update! This chapter's not too long, but hopefully it'll get me back into the rhythm of writing again. Thanks to everyone for their amazing feedback. It truly means a lot to me. Anyway, enough of my rambling, onto the story!

~Chapter 3~

Hermione had fallen asleep shortly after the young doctor hurried away and was only woken up when the door slammed shut.

"Bloody hell!" She shrieked, putting her hand over her heart.

"Well, well, well, look who's finally awake," a raspy voice called out from the chair by her door. Hermione squinted and discovered a scruffy looking man spinning around a cane.

"Um, hello, who are you?" The wavy-haired brunette questioned warily, backing herself up against the pillows.

"Dr. Gregory House. And I know exactly what you are."

"And what's that? A lesbian?" The British teenager replied in a bored tone wondering when Dr. Hadley was going to return.

"Well, that may be true, but I also know that you are a witch," the scruffy man murmured triumphantly.

"How the bloody hell do you know that?" Hermione gasped out, eyes wide, hands immediately searching for her wand.

"I'm a squib," he shrugged, nonchalantly.

"Yeah, right. Next thing you're going to tell me is that you're faking your American accent."

"Now why would I do such a thing? I'm sexy enough as it is."

"Blimey. Why are you even here? Did you want something?" The young witch sighed, running a hand through her hair and glaring at the man.

"I want to know what really happened to you. I'll keep it a secret from your soon to be lesbian lover too." She rolled her eyes and motioned for the doctor to move to the chair closer to the bed.

"Um, well, I was being tortured and interrogated by this crazy bitch and then I apparently apparated over here. Happy now?"

"I suppose that's good enough for now, but you will tell me more later. We tried stitching you up, but they wouldn't hold. I'm assuming it has something to do with the curse. Is there any magical way to heal all of those cuts on your body?"

"Yes," she growled out angrily. "The only person who knows how to do it though is someone who cannot be trusted at the moment."

"Well, that sucks. Looks like you're in for a long recovery. At least you have a hot doctor hanging all over you," House smirked as he stood up made his way out of the room.

"Hey, who exactly do you think you are?" The wavy-haired brunette called out after the strange man before covering her face with her hands and mumbling to herself.

"You ok, Hermione?" A familiar voice rang out. The British girl looked up to see Remy gazing at her worriedly while holding a plate of doughnuts.

"I'm alright. I just met a rather infuriating man," she grumbled, crossing her arms with a huff.

"Let me guess. House?" Thirteen chuckled, moving closer to the young woman.

"How did you know?" Hermione deadpanned, motioning for the beautiful doctor to take a seat.

"There's only one man in this hospital who gets under everyone's skin," the blue-eyed woman smirked, offering the doughnuts to the wounded girl.

"Blimey. Are those sprinkles?" The witch questioned with wide eyes, reaching out for the pastry. As Hermione ate doughnut after doughnut, Remy just grinned and studied the girl in front of her. "Please don't judge me," she muttered with a blush.

"I'm not," the doctor assured her. "You look like you haven't really eaten in months. I should run some tests to see if you're malnourished…"

"I'm fine Remy," Hermione smiled. Thirteen melted upon hearing the brown-eyed girl say her name again before giving her an incredulous look. "Ok, the past couple of months haven't been very easy, but I'm fine."

"Hermione…" The older woman began hesitantly. "I know we just met, but you can talk to me if you'd like to."

"That's really sweet of you," Hermione sighed with a small smile. "I just don't want to get into it. It's not like you'd even believe me if I tried." Remy opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it, not wanting to push the British girl. "So, tell me about you."

"Um, what did you want to know?"

"Surprise me," grinned the way-haired brunette as she helped herself to another doughnut.

"Er, well, I grew up in New York and then I moved to Massachusetts where I went to high school. I have a younger sister and an older brother. And, that's about it."

"Fascinating," Hermione stated flatly, reaching for a glass of water. "Well, from what I can see, you're a lot more than that." Thirteen shifted uncomfortably and lowered her gaze. "Clearly, you're compassionate or you wouldn't have taken such great care of me. Also, you must be brilliant to be a doctor at such a young age. Finally, you seem very guarded. You have a secret that you don't want anyone to know. We're actually a lot alike, you see. Oh, and plus, you're absolutely gorgeous."

"So are you... Er, well, I-I-I should probably inspect your wounds!" the doctor pointed out, rubbing the back of her neck. The witch rolled her eyes playfully and pushed herself up with a wince. "Careful! You don't want to injure yourself anymore do you?" The taller woman questioned, as she gently helped the younger woman sit up. "I should also get some more information from you now that you're more awake and settled."

"Alright, do your worst."

"How old are you?"

"18, so yes, I am legal," the brown-eyed girl said with a wink, causing Remy to splutter and turn a light shade of pink.

"Um, how did you end up in New Jersey?"

"I'm not entirely sure… Oh, don't give me that look. I'm not daft, I just don't know how I ended up here." The blue-eyed woman raised an eyebrow, before placing down her clipboard.

"Ok, I'm going to remove the old bandages. For some reason, we weren't able to successfully stitch you up. Now you weren't bleeding as badly as you were when you first arrived, but you were still bleeding throughout the night. So—"

"I know you said I was covered in blood when you found me, but, um, how bad was it?" Hermione asked quietly, placing her hand over the other woman's.

"You looked like you had been dragged through hell and back…" Remy shuddered, before carefully removing her hand from Hermione's and going back to study her wounds, picking back up her clipboard.

"You have no idea," she spoke softly, a faraway look apparent in her eyes. The older woman looked at the beautiful young woman in front of her and vowed to get her to open up about whatever horrible nightmare she had experienced.