Harry appeared in the front of Hogwarts with Hermione in his arms. Her head rested gently on his chest, Harry holding her, letting her that he was there, that everything would be alright. Harry ran up the front stairs, breathing hard as he was getting tired. He grabbed the door handle with his hand, turning it fast. The door cracked open, with his foot he kicked it out, and ran into the school.

"Madame Pomfrey!" He yelled gasping for air.

"Someone help! Please!" His face had panic written all over it. He noticed a familiar red head running down the staircase. Ron ran up to Harry, who still had Hermione in his arms.

"Hermione." Ron said not believing the sight he was seeing.

"Help!" Ron yelled out. Madame Promfrey came rushing down the hall with Professor Dumbledore by her side. They reached Harry and Ron, out of breath.

"Please, she needs help" Harry said tears forming in his eyes, then creeping down his face.

"Follow me. Hurry!" She answered. They ran down the hall to the Hospital Wing, smashing the door open. Harry and Ron followed her over to an empty bed.

"Put her down. Hurry!" She said, sweat forming on her face. Harry lowered the limp body of Hermione. Once Harry had set her down, her head rolled to the right than her body sunk into position, not moving.

"Please help her. Please" Harry said standing over his friend, holding onto her hand.

"I'll do my best Mr. Potter. Now if you excuse me, you two will have to leave." She said, starting to look over Hermione's body.

Ron nodded, staring blank into his friend, who was once happy, moving around, and playful. Now he looked at her, she wasn't happy, she wasn't moving around, she wasn't playful; she was injured, in pain, laying still. 'Why isn't she waking up? Why won't she smile?' Ron thought, still thinking of what was going on around him.

"Boys." Professor Dumbledore said walking over to them, putting a hand on Ron's shoulder.

"Let's go Harry." Ron said.

"No." He answered not looking up.

"Harry, you must leave and let Madame Pomfrey work on her." Dumbledore walked over to Harry.

"I left her once, and look what happened to her. I told her I'm going to stay with her, that I wasn't leaving her. I'm not leaving. You can't make me." Harry stated, looking up into the eyes of his headmaster.

"Har-"

"NO! Bloody hell! How many times do I have to tell you! I'm not leaving her!" Harry yelled at Dumbledore.

"Harry, you can be with her after. If you don't leave, Madame Pomfrey can't work. Every second she can't work on Ms Granger, is a chance that Ms Granger won't pull through this." Dumbledore explained slowly resting his hand on Harry's shoulder, pulling him away from the bed. Harry was slowly giving in.

"You hang in there Hermione. You're a strong, strong girl. You can pull through anything. Please, I need you 'Mione. Don't leave me. I'll be waiting to come see you when I can." Harry said bending over and kissing Hermione on the forehead. A tear fell onto her forehead as he lifted his head, slowly backing up, not taking his eye off her. Ron helped his friend out of the room.

"See you soon Hermione." Ron said pressing a smile on his face.

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Ron and Harry wandered the halls of Hogwarts, finding themselves not being able to stand still

Ron was biting his tongue, he wanted badly to tell Harry something, but didn't want to set him off. Harry walked with his head down, his hands in his pockets, tears in his eyes.

"Harry..." Ron said looking up at Harry, then away, then back thinking if she should say it or not.

"She isn't in any pain." There he said it. So far nothing came from Harry; he still moped with his head down.

"We don't know that." Harry finally replied.

"She's unconscious." Ron replied, biting his lip.

"She could be, but what if she was simply still aware of everything? What if she can feel things, just not communicate with anyone?" Harry said whipping a tear away from his eye with his sleeve.

"I'm sure Madame Pomfrey is doing her best Harry. Just believe." Ron said with a twinkle in his eye.

"God, she's only thirteen." Harry said. "You know, she came too when we were outside of Voldemort's castle." Ron's face changed, squinting his eyes, shocked at what Harry just said.

"She said my name. I told her I was here, and that I wasn't going anywhere. She smiled before she lost conscious."

"Well, that's great Harry." Ron said smiling.

"I'm going to kill that bastard. I'm going to make it painful, make him regret he even touched her. He's hurt many innocent people before, but he messed with the wrong one this time Ron. I'm going to make him suffer, like he did to Hermione." Harry said raising his voice higher.

He stopped walking, re-running what he had just said about Hermione suffering. He started crying, falling to his knees and putting his hands over his face.

"I can't believe I let this happen to her Ron." He said taking a breath. Ron knelt down next to him, tears filling in his eyes too.

"It wasn't your fault Harry."

Harry's head shot up.

"You're wrong! I should have protected her! I should have gotten there sooner!" Harry yelled.

"Well, well, well, who do we have here?" A blonde headed Slytherin appeared from the shadows.

"Ah, Weasel and Potty." He said with a grin.

"Not now Malfoy." Ron answered to him, looking up at him with a seriously pissed off look.

"Aww, are those tears in your eyes babies?" He said making a baby face, and disguising his voice as a baby. He laughed.

He pondered around the two, walking in a circle around them.

"I heard about the Mudblood." He finally said with a grin.

"Watch yourself Malfoy! I swear, if you call her that again, I'm going to fucking kill your sorry ass! Do you hear me!?" Harry shouted standing up, Ron holding him back.

Malfoy stood in shock, Harry has never sworn at him before.

"You know Potter, It isn't your fault about the Mudblood...She is simply a damsel in distress." He said laughing.

"You fucking bastard!" Harry reached for his wand, and pointed it at Draco.

"All I have to say is a death spell, and your ass is gone!" Harry said, determined to cast a spell.

"Harry no! It's not worth it!" Ron pleaded, trying to calm his friend down.

"Oh, yes it is. I've wanted to do this for three years Ron! Ever since first year, he's been giving us shit, and Hermione shit. He deserves whatever happens to him! We're in our third year, and he's still pissing us off, it's time for it to stop."

Harry was about to say the curse, when Dumbledore appeared behind Malfoy.

"Harry, put down your wand. There is no need for it." Harry still held it up, pointing at Malfoy.

"Put it down Harry. What would Hermione think?" Ron said putting his hand on his friend's wand, slowly bringing it down. Harry looked away.

"You better watch yourself next time Malfoy; there might not be anyone around." Harry said.

"Go back to your tower Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore said. Malfoy left with a mean look on his face and disappeared into the shadows of the night.

Dumbledore stood staring at Harry.

"You two can go see Hermione now." He said walking away.

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Harry ran into the Hospital Wing, running over to the side of Hermione. She had an air mask covering her nose and mouth.

"I'm back 'Mione." He said stroking her hair. He could hear her breathe slowly through the mask. It echoed through his ears. Ron came in a few seconds later, walking into the room slowly.

Her right arm was wrapped up, her left arm, in a sling from the wound in her shoulder, her stab mark had gauze and white medical tape over it, the blood was seeping through. Her burn marks were healed (from a healing spell). Harry noticed bandages on her chest. Madame Pomfrey came in.

"Is she going to be alright?" Harry asked not taking his eyes off of Hermione.

"She's had a rough time Harry. It's all up to her, and if she can fight." She answered.

"She has bandages going around her chest and stomach, for several of reasons." She started saying as she went over to her shoulder wound to change the gauze and tape.

"Her left lung was punctured, and the other collapsed. All her ribs are broken. One punctured an organ." She showed pulling up the gown that Hermione was in revealing the bandages wrapped around most of her upper part of her body.

"Can't you use healing spells for that?" Ron asked looking up at the healer.

"Yes, but in her case, it would be too risky." She replied.

"Most of her whip marks, and cuts I was able to heal. Her gash on her stomach though will scar." She said.

"She also had Hyperthermia, so she is still warming from that." She said putting her hands on her side.

"She wasn't breathing, and her heart wasn't beating when I first reached her. I'm not sure how long she was like that." Harry said tears filling up in his eyes. Ron looked up at Harry, he didn't know that part.

"I checked her, no brain damage or anything came from that. She may have a little asthma in the future from it and from the injuries to her lungs, but other than that, nothing indicated anything wrong with the brain and such." She walked over to Harry, and bent down next to him.

"She's in a Coma right now. Only time and faith will tell." She added.

"Good thing you knew CPR Harry, or else she wouldn't even have a chance like she is having now." She said smiling, patting his knee then standing up straight and walking out.

Harry could feel Ron looking at him.

"She was dead when I got to her Ron." Harry said looking up at his friend.

"Oh my god." Ron said, his face turned pale, running out into the bathroom, Harry could hear him hurling. Ron came back in pulling a chair up to the other side of her bed.

"It's ok Ron, Hermione's a fighter." He said, sneaking into Hermione's hand and holding it lightly. The coolness of it froze his hand, but he didn't care, he was with Hermione at that moment. Nothing could make him happier until she would wake up. --------------------- Hope you guys enjoyed. Please leave reviews, i love them. Thanks for the people who have been leaving reviews. :-)