Disclaimer: Laverne Helmsly & any other names that might not ring a bell to you is mine as well as the story plot, everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling so please don't due me!

Author's Note: Oh gosh, thank you so much to those of you who reviewed when I posted the first chapter! I wasn't expecting that much response! Usually it would take a couple of days before I could get 6 reviews after I posted the first chapter. My personal thanks and words to those who reviewed will be at the bottom of this chappie. For those of you first-time readers of this fic, please leave your mark in the reviews section & constructive criticism is also welcome--any ideas from you readers out there would be beneficial too and I'll try & work your ideas into the story as best as I could *grins*

Summary: Hermione & Draco received a nasty blow to the head when an out of control bludger careened towards where they stood bickering during a Quidditch practice. They woke up in the hospital wing not knowing each other--but they know everyone else--and an instant attraction towards each other soon formed.

Setting: 6th year

Pairings: Draco & Hermione are the main couple in this story (obviously!), and as my sister was proofreading the first chapter before I posted it online, I run a thought by her and asked what if I paired Ron with Laverne? Any comments on that? Like in the previous chappie I'm still thinking of who else to pair each other with...and the Draco-Hermione-Ron triangle still looks like a good angle to work on...hm...you'll just have to wait and see, aight?

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II. Who Are You?

Draco groaned as he stirred from his dreamless slumber. He felt like a thousand jackhammers are currently doing some major drilling in his skull, having a party of some sort and making him feel so damn miserable and cranky. He doesn't need to deal with a mind-numbing headache right now. He needs to get up and practice with his team before Saturday's game against Gryffindor.

Pushing himself slowly off the bed, he felt his arms that was suppose to be supporting him turn to jell-O's and he fell back on the bed, cursing under his breath as a sudden rush of headache surged to his skull once more. What the heck did he do last night that got him into this kind of jam? Surely he didn't indulge in too much rum once again after Crabbe and Goyle perfected that certain rum transformation spell.

Lying still for what seemed like an eternity (actually it has only been a minute since he tried getting up) Draco pushed himself--carefully this time--of the bed and turned to his side, nearly toppling over when he saw the occupant of the bed next to his. A girl with long, curly dark brown hair lay sleeping on her side facing him. She looked angelic-like asleep, and very pretty too. She had long lashes that rested on her smooth skin, and she has a certain catch in her breath as she peacefully slept.

Who is she? And what is she doing in his room?

Draco did a quick scan of the room and nearly gagged from surprise when he saw a few other beds lined up on either side of him. This wasn't his room, he was in the hospital wing! Why? He frowned and lay back down once again. His headache must've been the cause of him ending up here in the hospital wing, but how come he doesn't recall coming here in the first place?

He stole a quick glance to his left, watching the sleeping girl. Who the hell is this girl? She looked vaguely familiar and yet...and yet he doesn't know her!

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Hermione stirred from her deep, dreamless sleep, moaning as she stretched in bed. Opening her eyes slowly, it took her a while to focus it on her surrounding, frowning when she saw different moving pictures around her and the ceiling wasn't even close to the usual scenery of the ceiling she had grown accustomed to looking at every morning in her dormitory. She tried moving her head around so she could have a better view of the room she was in at and instantly sucked in a deep breath when her head started to split in to two at the sudden movement.

Dammit, where the hell did this headache come from?! She shut her eyes tightly and bit on her lower lip harder until she could almost taste her own blood oozing from it. There was no way she would be able to attend her classes today with this headache pounding inside her head. Concentrating would be doubly hard to do indeed!

She remained in bed with her eyes firmly shut, waiting for the pain to go away before deciding to slowly open her eyes and this time moved her head ever so slowly to avoid having a shot of pain coarse through her skull once again. She gazed at the pictures even more closely and noted that it has a nurse tending to a patient and...

Oh my God! I'm in the hospital wing! she thought, her gasp audible enough for everyone else in the quiet hospital wing room to hear. What am I doing here? What happened? she slowly sat up in bed and leaned against the headboard, looking first at the beds lined up to her left--they were empty--then she turned her attention to the beds lined up to her right and gasped once again. Occupying the bed next to hers was a blond-hair boy with steely grey eyes that seemed to have been watching her. Something was oddly familiar about him and yet she couldn't put a finger to where and when she have seen him. In her six years at Hogwarts she sure have learned the names of each student she came across with, and those whom she hasn't had the pleasure of meeting she certainly remembered their faces and know which house they belonged to, but this guy...he reminded her of somebody, and yet she couldn't even remember who that person was he reminded her of!

"H-hello." Hermione greeted nervously, her smiling slowly creeping from the side of her mouth as she locked gazes with the boy occupying the bed next to hers.

"Hello." he replied, slowly inclining his head in greeting. He too was looking at her as if this was the first time he has seen her.

"Uh, hmm...how--how are you?"

"I'm fine I guess." he gave a nonchalant shrug, "A little headachey, but other than that I think I'm 100% fine. And you?"

"Same. I mean, about the headache part that is. It's like a mind-splitting headache that is making me want to scream because of the pain when I make a sudden movement without thinking." she explained.

"So I wasn't the only one suffering from the same fate." he smirked.

"You too, huh?"

"Yep." he nodded cautiously.

"That's why you're here, because of your headache?"

"Apparently so." he shrugged, pushing himself up to a sitting position.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something else, but just then her two best friends came running into the room followed by an infuriated Madam Pomfrey who was telling them no running in the hospital wing. But Harry and Ron never paid attention to rules, especially Harry who was often the mastermind of their escapades that could often lead to the three of them getting expelled from Hogwarts. But so far neither one of them has received that awful fate and she was thankful.

"Hermione!" exclaimed Ron almost breathlessly, "I'm glad you're okay now. I was so worried sick. I'm sorry for what happened." he apologizied.

Hermione gave her friend a funny look, tilting her head to the side she watched Ron's face and couldn't help herself from wondering what could he be apologizing to her for. He didn't do anything to her. And her headache...he wasn't even the one responsible for it! Headaches happens to everybody; it's mother nature who gives people headaches, unless of course Ron was being his difficult self again and doesn't want to listen to whatever she was saying, but she couldn't remember her friend giving her heck.

"Ron, there's nothing to apologize for. I'm perfectly fine as you can see." she quickly assured her worried friend.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, stepping up beside their red-headed best friend. "That was some nasty blow you received the other day." he added.

"The other day?!" Hermione and the boy on the other bed exclaimed at the same time.

Ron and Harry jumped away from the bed and looked first from Hermione then to the occupant of the other bed, their eyebrows furrowing in the middle and from what Hermione could tell, both Harry and Ron were glaring at the poor guy.

"Yes, Malfoy. You and Hermione here have been out for two days--since Friday afternoon." Harry pointed out bitterly.

"Damn, I missed the game yesterday!" the guy Harry called 'Malfoy' muttered, "Could you please tell me who won?" he asked ever so politely that Hermione couldn't help herself from smiling. He's a cute one alright.

Harry and Ron nearly gagged from utter disbelief. They stared at the boy next to Hermione's bed as if he was an alien to them, neither one of her best friends moved nor said anything--to Hermione's surprise. Usually Ron or Harry would have something smart to quip back to anybody and everybody whenever they felt like it, but right now they were staring at the boy named Malfoy as if he had just grown two heads!

"Are--are you two okay?" she couldn't help from asking her friends, "You two looked like you've just seen a ghost!" she teased.

Ron was the first to look away from Malfoy and turned to Hermione, his eyes wide from disbelief. "Herm, don't tell me you weren't shocked to hear Malfoy use 'please' in a sentence when talking to us! Least of all him being very polite to us."

Hermione frowned, "Isn't he always this polite?"

Now it was Harry and Ron's turn to stare in mock-horror at their best friend.

"Herm, what has the bludger done to you?!" Harry exclaimed, "It must've addled your thinking or something!"

"What bludger hitting me?!" Hermione demanded, "Harry, what are you talking about?"

"You mean you didn't know?" Ron asked in disbelief, "Er--I mean, you don't remember?"

"Remember what, Ronald?" Hermione demanded.

"You were hit by a bludger Friday afternoon during our practice, Herm. Ron mean to aim it at Malfoy over there, but you two were deep in argument that neither of you noticed the bludger coming until it was too late." Harry explained.

"You tried hitting me with a bludger, Weasley?!" Malfoy exclaimed in horror, his eyes wide from surprise.

"Well it was your fault for telling Harry I hit the bludger like a girl." Ron replied back, "Anyway, if it hadn't been for you Hermione wouldn't even be in the hospital wing for two damn days!"

"I said no such thing!" he denied.

"Yeah, you did. You said something along those lines when I tried and stop you and Hermione from clawing each other's eyes out." Harry interjected.

"Oh God, I think my headache is worsening." Hermione moaned, clutching her head in her hands.

At that Madam Pomfrey suddenly appeared and shooed Harry and Ron away.

"You are tiring my patients, young men. Now go back to your dormitories and stay there. Leave my patients be!" she grabbed Harry and Ron's robes and both turned them about face, pushing them out of the hospital wing.

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to be continued...

A/N: Okay, here's the second chapter. It kinda sucked nearing the end, but please bear with me. I couldn't think of any other way of ending this chapter. As always please review and let me know what you think! The next chapter might be up later today or in a few days, but you people will sure know when it's up and running.

Heather: It sounded like you were really hyper in your review--stay way from chocolates or anything sweet or with caffeine, and thanks for the review!

DraconiaSummers, Genny Chamberlain, Dracos-AngelGyrl: Here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy it.

lily luna: Sorry for somehow confusing you with how the bludger hit Draco & Hermione. It took me a while to figure how they were going to be hit & I did try to explain it as best as I could, but I'm glad you liked the first chapter.

dracoNmione: Don't worry, I won't write too much fluff in this one. I'll do my best to interject quite a few humor and a little bit less of the girly-girly stuff