Chapter 2 Who are you?

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Katrina

Two week's had past, Hermione missed Christmas, her condition didn't improve the slightest. Reporters had found their way into the hospital wing pulling Harry and Ron into interviews. Hermione's condition was all over the news as well. Witch weekly had a nasty article about how Hermione Granger might die, Leaving the one and only Harry Potter open for the taking. There was even a list of the top 10 girls likely to hook up with Harry if she died. After the interviews Harry spent all his time either at Hermione's bed side in a chair, or pacing at the foot of her bed.

Ron couldn't stand it, guilt had infested his body. Ron decided to take his mind off of Hermione by going to classes and staying in the library most of the time. He rarely visited. Hermione was sickly pale and super skinny, she suffered a lot of trauma. Harry was found stroking her cheek and whispering into her ear almost hourly. Sitting desperately by her side hoping for her to wake.

Harry wasn't losing hope. But everyone else was, even Dumbledor had his thought's about his top student. Pansy Parkinson always found it funny to make jokes about how Hermione could die and that she was going to. Sadistic really. Some of the slytherins thought it was funny. But the most shocking part was Blaise and Draco didn't. They found it horrible that they were laughing at how she could die, Blaise had never ever hated Hermione, they just didn't really talk outside of class.

Blaise had muggle studies with her, and two other classes that Harry, Ron and Draco weren't in. Most people would call it some what of a secret friendship. A while ago Blaise tried to get Draco to be civil with her, Draco was instantly appauled by the idea. Harry was shocked when Blaise showed up to see how she was doing. They talked for a little, Wow, One slytherin Harry didn't hate. (a/n: let's make it two?nah that be pushin it) It was nice for Harry to have some company.

Ron headed down to the Hospital wing for the first time in a week, Ron entered to find Harry sitting beside Hermione stroking her cheek and talking to her. Ron sullenly walked over.

"Hi Harry."

"Hey Ron, Long time no see." Harry said perking up, Snapping out of his trance that only contained a lifeless Hermione.

"Yea, Been busy." Ron lied handing Harry a list of homework.

"Thanks." Harry muttered as he threw it behind him onto the next bed.

"How's she doing?" Ron asked grasping her cold pale right hand.

"I think she's doing better, but everyone else… well… they don't think she's going to make it." Harry replied gloomily.

"she will make it." Ron meekly replied "How are you doing?" Ron asked finally looking Harry in the eyes.

"Bit better, Madam Pomfrey said if she makes it, she will wake up anyday now." Harry smiled. "Ron, I don't blame you for what happened. She's going to be fine. Wait and see."

Flash back

Ron held Hermione back tightly. She tried to squirm out of his grip.

"Let me go Ron! He need's me! He needs our help!" Hermione yelled trying harder to get away.

"Hermione, he will be fine. You have to stay out here! You heard him!" Ron tightened his grasp. Hermione's body became limp, Her eyes rolled back into her head as they slowly shut. Her light body fell to the ground, Ron caught of guard fell with her. Hermione's eyes stayed shut.

"Hermione? Are you okay?" Ron asked frantically searching the grounds for help, His eyes settled on the castle. 'I need to get her to the hospital wing.' Ron's mind yelled. Ron went to pick her up when she sprung to life, Rolling over and running into the shrieking shack. Ron began to run after her, heart beating fast.

"HERMIONE!"

"I know mate," Ron looked down upon Hermione's sickly pale face.

"So, been keeping up with your homework?" Harry asked. The one thing Hermione nagged them to do more then anything else.

"Nope, you?" Ron put across a small smirk.

"Some of it." Harry laughed.

"Hey, It's Hogsmade tomorrow, you want to come? Before you say no, Just think. You haven't been out of the hospital wing in days, It would help you take your mind off … and um your getting fat." Ron made up the last bit. It was actually the opposite, Harry had been losing weight just as drastically as Hermione had been. Harry laughed.

"I don't know… What if she wakes up and im gone, I mean I could use the fresh a- Wait, did you feel that?" Harry quickly looked down at his hand that was interlinked with Hermione's. Ron shook his head no. Harry's excited face turned to a frown. He swore he had felt Hermione squeeze his hand.

"You need sleep mate." Ron told him in a worried tone.

"So… How's Snape?" Harry asked trying to change the subject. Ron rolled his eyes.

" He actually hasn't said a word to me. I think he's finally laid of-" Ron immediately stopped when he heard a groan. Both boy's face's whipped to Hermione's. Her eyes flickered, finally opening, Ron at a loss of words.

"Hermione?" Harry whispered unbelievably. Harry kissed her on the forehead and smiled widely. "I knew you would make it." Hermione's eyes widened as he leaned into kiss her on the cheek. She pushed him away with all her might.

"Get away from me!" She said in a hoarse voice. They could tell she tried to scream it.. But due to the lack of talking.

"Hermione?? Wha-"

"I'm not Hermione! Get away!" She told them both, pulling her hand's out of theirs. Harry looked as if he was going to die, his eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"Hermione… this isn't funny.." Harry began.

"Who are you! And why do you keep on calling me Hermione?!" She finally yelled.