Hey peeps! Look yeah I'm so sorry that I haven't updated BUT I had exams and I wanted to commit myself to them, and I did a new fic that was not rude or anything, not violent, in fact it was really simple, just a conversation between two people for the first chapter, but for some reason took it off and I got banned for a week, and the reason that I got given was that it was in "the wrong category" but I don't see how because I checked before I submitted it but whatever. I kind of got a bit scared of updating after that and I didn't put a chapter up with an author's note explaining why I wasn't updating (because of exams) in case I got banned again, even though a ton of people do it. I'm going put the new story up soon but I want to lengthen the chapter first because I'm going to put what I was going put in the second chapter in the first one. Arwen, you did manage to read it though, and thanks for the review you gave! And thank you everyone who reviewed this and sorry for making you wait!!

I really do appreciate your feedback, because I'm stuck in a bit of a rut with this story. I was going take it somewhere but I've kind of in a way changed the plot. This was going have the Harry Potter gang go somewhere abroad, and the main girl was going wake up from a dream in an aeroplane right now... but I've changed the plot, and I would really appreciate it if you told me whether this story was worth carrying on with!

I'm so confused-you know the last review I just got? That's one I gave

to someone else! So I think people have kind of made a mistake there...like they did when they took my story off...!!!!

This is for doughnut: a fellow fanfic author, my cousin and a great friend. Yay doughnut!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter 2: Hoping for more

The girl woke up and looked around, confused. Where was she?

She sat up in her bed and started to stretch, yawning as she did. She was stopped mid-yawn, though, by the realization of where she was. She rubbed her eyes, then looked around with a look of misbelief plastered on her face. No. She couldn't be. Not here, no way. It couldn't be true. Her eyes must have been deceiving her; maybe she wasn't fully awake yet. She rubbed her eyes to make sure. No, it was true. She really was here. She had been at St. Mungo's many times but she never expected to go as a patient herself. But why? She tried to remember what had happened but it was still a blur. There was one image that stood clearly in her mind, though, and that was of a most handsome face, the one belonging to the person who had saved her. She smiled to herself, feeling like a young schoolgirl with an innocent crush. She had never spoken to the guy or seen him before in her life, but in that one moment she had felt something that she had never felt before... there had been sparks between them and when he had touched her with his soft, smooth hands, she felt as if a jolt of electricity had shot through her. She was feeling all those things that the characters felt in romance novels... she had everything for the perfect plot; a young, handsome stranger and a young, beautiful(though she would never admit it) girl, and a strange meeting containing no verbal exchange but only an exchange of meaningful looks, which ended up with the two being rapidly separated from each other, neither of them knowing the likelihood of the two ever meeting each other again but hoping in their heart of hearts that they someday would. The girl did not know it but that boy was to become more than just a stranger to her. He was going to be the cause of great happiness for her and also a terrible suffering. Their involvement with each other was going to change her life forever in ways that she could not possibly imagine.

"Ah! So you're awake, then! Excellent!"

The girl snapped out of her thoughts and focused her gaze towards the door. Standing there, in shining white robes, stood a tall man with grey balding hair, who she guessed to be in his mid-sixties. As he approached her bed, he looked down at her with a big smile on his face. "I am Senior Healer Stepanian, head of this ward," he said, pointing to a gold badge that shone on the upper left hand side of his robe as the sunlight streaming through the window reflected on it.

Wait a minute, the girl thought. Sunlight? But how could that be? She might not have been able to remember much about what had happened but she could remember that it had been a cold, dark winter's day. But now it was quite warm and sunny. How could this be?

She leant forward and tried to question the healer on the matter. "H-how can it be? It-," she broke off, as she was overcome by a coughing fit.

"Here you go, child," the elderly man said, as he offered the girl a glass of water. "Now, lay back down-no, lay down now!" he said as he restrained her from any attempt to get up again. "I understand that you have many questions to ask, but you must take it easy. I cannot stress enough how important it is that you do so, Miss Granger-may I call you Hermione?"

She nodded. "Yes, of course."

"Right then, Hermione. Now, where was I? Oh right, yes. The injury that you have sustained has to be investigated further. It is a great relief that you have finally woken up but you must realise that you are not in the clear yet."

The girl was very confused and was struggling to take all of this new information in. She had many questions to ask him but even though she had only just woken up, she already felt exhausted.

However, it seemed that it didn't matter. It looked as if he was going to answer her questions for her. "Today is March 15th. You have been here for two days. We are unsure of what happened to you the night that you were brought in."

"There was a car..." she summoned up the strength to say.

"Yes, but that could not have been the cause of you falling into a state of unconsciousness because you were not harmed by it. It did not even touch you. We have been assured of that and I have to say that we are very puzzled to what could have affected you in such a way. We have some theories but they will require some tests."

"Tests?" she whispered. "So... there might be something seriously wrong with me?"

"There might be and there might not. As I say, we won't know until we run some tests. You shouldn't fret too much though, dear. It really won't help you get better. Think positive, eh?" he smiled, looking down at her notes, squinting as he did.

"Can't see a blessed thing..." he muttered and reached for the glasses that he wore on a rusting old gold chain around his neck. They were thick black horn-rimmed glasses with yellow jewels encrusted in them, and they

looked very similar to the vile ones that the woman Rita Skeeter owned. The girl stared at them and the healer misread the look of disgust on her face...

"Yes, they're nice, aren't they? I have a navy blue pair at home too, with orange stones..."

The girl hoped that the man was joking.

Suddenly, a tall young man came bursting through the door. He was dressed in smart black trousers and a black button up shirt with a collar, which showed off his muscular upper half. The intensity off his all-black outfit made his bright green eyes stand out, which were almost covered by a messy mop of black hair that the girl had once found so sexy and appealing. Anything that she had once felt for him was now gone. The sunlight pouring in from the windows may have been shining on him but he was no longer in the light. He was trapped in the dark and no matter how hard she tried, there was no way that she could set him free.

As soon as he saw that she was awake, the boy rushed to her side and embraced her. She went stiff in his arms but if he had seen this he was not letting on. He let go after what felt like a lifetime and kissed her softly on her forehead with both of his hands placed at either side of her head, then looked down at her face; it seemed as if he were looking for a response. But she gave him known and would not even look at him. He released his grip and placed his hands own hers instead. She looked into those eyes of his that had once hypnotised her so but now did nothing for her. He squeezed her hands and said in an almost whisper, "I've been so worried about you. I was so scared that I was going to lose you. I-I don't know what I would have done without you."

She did not say anything. He might be acting lovingly and attentively right now but she knew better. She knew that it would not last and that she could not let herself be carried away by it.

"Mr. Potter has been waiting here day and night for you," Healer Stepanian said with a smile.

She saw the boy smile at her too. "Anything for my Mione."

There was that smile again. Maybe she could trust him then. He had been waiting for her-he must really care for her, right?

No, Hermione, she told herself. Do not do this too yourself. Do not let yourself be taken in again. You cannot let him in.

"Am I right to assume that the two of you want to be alone for a while?" the healer asked, as he headed towards the door.

"But," she started, stopping the healer in his tracks. "I need to know more. What's going to happen to me?"

Healer Stepanian turned to look at her. "I wouldn't worry so much if I were you. It may be just a simple matter of a nervous breakdown, in which case you need to relax anyway. Fretting yourself with worry is not going to do you any good. You are in good hands here so calm down, ok?"

His words may have seemed a little harsh but the tone in which he spoke was very comforting. She needed and, smiling at her, the healer left the room.

It was just her and the boy now. There was an awkward silence in the room. The boy spoke first.

"Sorry that I left the room," he said with an apologetic smile. "I had to use the bathroom."

"It's ok," she mumbled."

"No, it's not," he said. He gripped her hand tightly and leaning forward, so that he was almost whispering in her ear, "I should have been here for you when you woke up. I love you and I don't want you to every feel alone. I want you to know that there is always someone here for you.

Yeah right, the girl thought. So where have you been all the other times when I needed you so?

"When I saw you, lying there on the bed in here for the first time, your face so pale..." he started, "I felt so scared. I can't lose you like I've lost everyone else. Mione-" he broke of as his voice started to crack.

Still she said nothing. And whose fault was it that he had lost everyone else?

"I knew that you would be alright, though. You and me forever, eh? And you're in safe hand snow. I'm glad that you weren't found by muggles. Muggle doctors care so incompetent. Only magical people could have really helped you."

He was at it again. He would be so loving, then all of a sudden, as if something had taken over him, he would change, and be so...

"They-they aren't that bad, you know..." she lamely started.

"Oh, Hermione, that's a load of crap and you know it," he said, and she could see the anger forming on his face.

She sighed and sank back in her bed as he started to lecture her on the incompetence of the muggle world. When Harry got like this, there was nothing that she could do but just agree with him. If only someone could come and take her away from him...someone like that dark, handsome stranger...

She shook herself and told herself not to be silly. There was no way that he would want anything to do with her. He was probably a happy man who would not want to get involved with someone like her in a situation like hers.

Unbeknown to her, someone else was having thoughts very similar to hers...

The man paced the room, filled with fear. He was panic over many things: how long he could stay hidden for, how long it would be before he was captured, what they would do to him when they found him-but now, what he was worried about now was the well-being of that beautiful girl he had rescued from becoming road kill. She had unknowingly strayed into the path of a car and had frozen with fear, leaving him to rescue her. When she had collapsed, he had taken her to St.Mungo's and had only left her when he had been assured that she would be take care of. She was one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen. A magnificent curvy figure that most other women would envy, a glorious mane of glossy dark hair that fell in luxurious curls, a pair of brilliant sparkly blue eyes (A/N: there is a reason for this! It's not a mistake!) and when he had picked her up, her tanned skin had felt so soft to the touch. She didn't wear much make up and she had been dressed quite simply and had worn a light perfume. She didn't need much as she was already such a natural beauty.

The man sighed to himself. He had fallen in love with her, but he was so sure that such a beautiful woman would want nothing to do with him. She probably had a family and a happy life. There was no way that she would want him, especially someone in his type of situation.

Both of them had no idea of how wrong they were.

So what's going happen there, eh? Can you guess? Do you even care? Well I spent hours making this nice and long (well long for me!) even though I'm very bad at describing things and I hate the ending but I really hope that I will get some positive responses from u guys!!!! Please no flamers!!! I do appreciate constructive criticism though!!! (how many fanfic authors actually say that? Well they are not crap at this like me and don't need it like me, I guess...)

By the way-what should I call this chappie? I don't like my choice.