A/N: Harry is not mine. Ron is not mine. Hermione is not mine. Snape is not mine. Hogwarts is not mine. This house is not mine. This computer is not mine...oh wait yes it is. Sorry got carried away! You get the picture?

-.Chapter Two:

-.Hermione's Tests.-

-.The Hospital Wing.-

Hermione woke to find herself in the hospital wing the next morning. 'Why am I here?' she thought to herself. 'I can't remember what happened last night. How did I get here?'

She sat up and looked around not to me nosy but just wanting to know if anyone else was here. Madam Pomfrey was glancing around the room also when she saw that Hermione was awake.

She walk over to her and said, "Hermione, you scared us last night," holding her chest to show her fear.

"How are you feeling?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"I feel," she paused a second, she did feel a dull pain, "well, my body is a little achy."

"Where at hun?"

Hermione was going to point to where it hurt, but couldn't, "It's my whole body, I don't know, it's just a small pain."

Madam Pomfrey took that information and made to find out just what the dull pain was from. "Did you eating that didn't taste right?"

Hermione had to think most of the things she ate here were nothing like what she ate back home. The things she did eat here though she had gotten use to. "No," she said lightly.

"Well then I'm just going to have to do some tests to find out what it is." Madam Pomfrey went off to grab a few things and came back. For the next few hours she did test after test after test and nothing. All the tests came back to say that nothing was wrong. But even Madam Pomfrey could see the pain in Hermione's eyes.

"I'll have to go look through some books of mine, we'll start some more tests in a couple hours." Madam Pomfrey sighed and went back to her desk.

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After all that Hermione finally got some food to eat. She was just finishing her meal when she noticed the Headmaster heading her direction.

"Hermione, nice to see you awake," he said through a smile as he sat down beside her.

"Yes? Well I umm..." she didn't know what to say, she had really never talk with Dumbledore before.

"It's alright Hermione," he smiled, "I just wanted greet you when you woke and make sure you were doing okay after last nights..." he drifted off a bit and started again, "I know that some of the students believe that I only care for a few of my students." He paused, which made Hermione think of a person she knew with a scar on his head. "But I do care for all of my students."

"Yes, thankyou sir," Hermione said, for she still didn't know what to say.

"I've got to go now but I'll be sure to send a post to Harry for you, to let him know that you're in the hospital wing." Dumbledore told her.

Hermione was about to ask something but was stopped when he said, "I'll tell him it's nothing to worry about, for now," he winked. That was what she was going to say, but then again he always did seem to know what was on another's mind.

An hour later they were at it again with the testing. The testing was not painful; no some of it really tickled. Only this time it went on for a half an hour. Then Madam Pomfrey went back to her desk stumped.

"Hermione!" a boy's voice yelled, she looked to see, Ron? It was. Ron was running in the wing.

"Hello Ron, how are you?" she asked.

"How am I?" Ron repeated, "How are you? After finding you last night, I've never been more scared," he gasped.

"You mean you found me last night?"

"No one told about last night?" Ron said shocked.

"Well, no," she sighed, "but it probably because Madam Pomfrey has been so busy trying to find out what's wrong with me."

"She doesn't know what's wrong with you?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"No, she doesn't. Not yet anyways," Said Hermione hopefully with the thought of soon in her mind, "How did you find me? Why were you up so late?"

"I was up because I remembered that I left out the chess pieces and didn't want them to get lost," he said with a start to the story.

"Well I woke up late last night and went down into the common room. You were on the floor. 'Hermione?' I asked but you didn't answer. 'Hermione?' I yelled as I ran to you body. You were ice cold. I shook you a little to see if you'd wake. You didn't wake, I, I, started to panic. I didn't know what to do. I thought that you were...were dead." Hermione looked to his eyes and he looked away and down to the ground. She could tell he was remembering well with his eyes extra shiny from the held back tears.

"Finally I knocked some sense back into myself," he continued, "and ran to the fireplace grab the jar with the floo powder and screamed 'hospital wing'. Madam Pomfrey was up reviewing some papers when I told her that you were down on the floor and I didn't think you were breathing. She told me to just stay with you and she'd send someone teachers up to get you. Moments later Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall came running in."

"Snape?" Hermione questioned.

"Yes, Snape." Ron answered still glancing at the ground.

"Snape bent down and felt your plause," he went on, "'She's breathing, but barely,' he said and they grabbed you and took you out of the room. I asked if I could come to but they told me to go to bed and also said that I could come see you after classes today. I was so mad at them. I didn't even sleep last night all I could think of was 'is she alright?' but I see that you look okay, even if they haven't found what you got just yet."

"Wow Ron, what can I say but thanks, if you wouldn't have found me who knows." Hermione said trying to register what she just heard.

"I got to go now,"

"You're leaving so soon?" Hermione asked.

"I just wanted to make sure that you were good. I got Quidditch practice. I'll come by again soon." Ron said.

"Quidditch practice?"

"Yeah, I don't want to be late," he fake smiled. "Bye." Ron said and walked out the door. He just couldn't help but leave the room, after last night and that real scare she gave him.

"Bye," said Hermione.

'Guess he couldn't handle it,' she thought to herself. 'Poor Ron.' But this only brought back what all he said, 'Why was it that Snape had came to help, course he helped Harry too but, I know he hates me. Thinks I'm too smart for my own good.'

A/N: You know what to do, now if you please, review!