All that I've Got: Chapter 2, The Only Broken Hearted Loser You'll Ever Need

A/N: I realize that I made a lot of mistakes in the last chapter but what do you expect when typing at one a.m. but seriously, I'm just bad at typing and grammar. Just to clarify something so that I won't have to change and repost the first chapter, it is supposed to say cuts… not guts. And one other thing, I tend to do the "…" thing a lot, it is this evil habit I have so please excuse it. Thanks to my reviewers, and all of you who are going to review this chapter, which I hope everyone does, I love reviews and I accept constructive criticism, it helps me notice errors and helps me fix them, after all, it is always nice to learn something new, I sound like a nerd he he he, no comment. Anyway, this is going to sound major redundant, but please review, reviews make me update faster. Oh and please read my other Harry Potter fan fiction, it's called First and Final Year, I've had a lot of people at school read it, and they say it is good, I haven't gotten many reviews for it though, that's ok though I guess, maybe it isn't good and I'm a horrible writer, I don't know… It has funny disclaimers though, which I will start doing later in this story, right now there are like no characters (alive) that had been introduced so it wouldn't make any sense.

Speaking of Disclaimers:

I do not own Harry Potter, or anything that I might refer to in this story (ex: Pirates of the Caribbean, no matter how hard I try, I always end up quoting from it, or Napoleon Dynamite that movie is awesome…)

Onward to the chapter, but first I think we should recap.

Last chapter:

The man cleared his throat and said, though his voice was a bit raspy, "My name is…"

Chapter Two: What Am I Doing Here?

The man stopped himself, his eyes growing wide, "Wait… you are a healer… that means, oh crap, what happened?"

"We aren't sure sir, apparently you were pushed off your broom from an extremely high altitude, someone slowed down your fall, but it still was a nasty fall. You've broken a few ribs and your left leg and arm. I'm afraid you will have to stay here for a while." Hermione answered kindly.

"I don't remember being pushed," the man said furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"Well you were unconscious when you were brought here, I hope you don't have any brain damage, can you answer some questions for me, just to make sure you aren't suffering from amnesia." The man nodded. "Ok, let's start; do you know where you are?"

"Uh… St. Mungos or something," the man answered.

"Good, now, where are you from?" Hermione asked grabbing her pen and getting ready to write on the chart.

"Ireland, well originally Scotland but my maam wanted me to go to a good school so we moved to Ireland." The man answered.

"So you went to Hogwarts?" Hermione asked a hint of excitement in her voice.

"Yes," the man answered again, he noticed the excitement in her voice.

"I went there too." Hermione answered.

"What house?"

"Gryffindor, you?"

"Same, I was quidditch captain for four years." The man said proudly.

"That's cool; my best friends were on the quidditch team at one point…" Hermione said, she could feel the tears coming, she quickly decided to change the subject, this didn't go unnoticed by the patient. "Ok, so let's go back to basics, how old are you?" Hermione questioned.

"Twenty-six, my birthday is next month, assuming I wasn't in a coma for a long time." The man explained, "How old are you?"

"Twenty three." Hermione answered.

"so you were at Hogwarts when I was." The man pointed out.

"Yeah," Hermione answered.

"That's why your name sounds so familiar; I'm Oliver by the way, Oliver Wood." The man, now identified as Oliver Wood answered. He watched as Hermione's eyes widened a painful amused look on his face.

"Are you serious… well of course you are, not many people lie about their names in a hospital, well I can't say I haven't before, but still." Hermione rambled. "You play for puddlemore United don't you?"

"er… yeah, but I don't think that I'm going to be playing for a while." Oliver answered casually.

"I'd agree you are going to be in casts for at least 6 weeks and then splints and stuff, it is really going to suck for you, to be completely honest, they might not let you play quidditch next season to make sure you are ok," Hermione informed frowning.

"I won't let them do that," Oliver said rather loudly.

"Someone hasn't changed much." Hermione said under her breath.

"Huh?" Oliver inquired having not heard.

"Oh, nothing, anyway until you get better, I'm going to be your healer, unless you decide you want another healer… I'm sure we'll get along fine though, let's just hope I don't get fire, shall we." Hermione laughed.

"Why would you get fired?" Oliver asked.

"Oh, well you see, ever since, well I'm sure you know, I've been visiting the cemeteries a lot, and I just lose tract of the time." Hermione said looking at the ground.

"You lose tract of time in the cemetery?" Oliver echoed.

"Yeah, weird huh?" Hermione said.

"Just a bit," Oliver stated.

"Back to business, is there anyone that should be contacted about you being in the hospital?" Hermione asked once again trying to change the subject.

"My girlfriend, her name is Sarah O'Reilly." Oliver said.

"Ok, I'll be right back then, I need to drop off your chart," Hermione said, 'figures he'd have a girlfriend,' she thought,' he's a quidditch star, not to mention, he is good looking even in his current condition, wait, why do I even care?' She walked out of the room and walked down the hall to the record room. She dropped the chart in the slot before turning on her heel, it was weird actually being busy, normally she sat around all day reading, and this was definitely going to be a big change, but at least now she would be busy and maybe she would think about, well it's not smart to mention their names. She walked back to the room in which Oliver was staring at the wall looking utterly bored.

"I dropped the chart off; your girlfriend should be notified within the next hour." Hermione said getting his attention.

"Thanks," Oliver answered politely. "So, what am I going to be able to do for the next forever?"

"Hm... I would suggest reading books, in muggle hospitals they have tvs you can watch, but not here, which really sucks for the patients, wouldn't you agree?" Hermione said sitting down in a chair.

"A what?" Oliver asked confused.

"Never mind, I forgot, you are pureblood aren't you?" Hermione said feeling stupid.

"Yeah," Oliver said.

"That would explain why you don't know," Hermione said looking down at her lap.

"Yeah, it would," Oliver said, and for the first time, Hermione noticed his really hot accent for the first time. "But really Hermione, besides your looks, you really haven't changed." Oliver was saying when she zoned back in. It was true; she had changed a lot since fourth year when she saw him at the quidditch cup. Her hair, which was once bushy, was now silky and slightly wavy and reached halfway down her back. Her figure obviously changed, despite having eaten a lot after the final battle for some time, she had a perfect hour glass figure. She was really pretty; the only thing negative from the years was her eyes. They had changed, they were no longer bright and sparkling, they were rather dull now, and looked very haunted. The brightness had left with her happiness, or maybe it was the other way around?

"er… thanks I guess?" Hermione said not sure if it was a compliment or not. He gave a small smile which she returned before looking back down at her hands which were folded on her lap.

"Is there anything I could do besides read?" Oliver asked trying to start a conversation, talking made everything less boring.

"Hm, I don't know, I mean I'm sure there is something, but your choices are very limited since you have so many broken bones.

"Ugh, I knew I should have taken the knight bus." Oliver said using his free arm to hit his forehead then instantly regretted it. "Ow…"

"I'm not sure if you would be much better off if you had taken the knight bus…" Hermione said standing up and walking over to Oliver, he had managed to break open a cut on his forehead. She shook her head and took her wand out of her robes. Muttering a spell to stop the bleeding, she then took a wet cloth and cleaned off the blood that had spilt from the wound. "Try not to touch it," Hermione said swatting Oliver's hand gently as he reached up to feel his head. "Honestly Oliver, you are only going to make it worse if you keep doing that." Hermione sighed.

"Whatever happened to fixing these kinds of things in a heart beat?" Oliver asked.

"That was outlawed two years ago… sorry," Hermione replied sweetly. There was a knock on the door, Hermione went to open it, 'wow, that was a lot faster than I thought it would be,' she thought as she opened it to a blonde haired, green eyed witch who had a rather stuck up appearance. She strolled in walked over to the bed, apparently her eyesight wasn't that good because once she got close enough, she jumped back in disgust.

"What happened to you!" she shrieked. Oliver looked at her and frowned.

"Isn't it kind of obvious that I hurt myself," Oliver said plainly, he didn't like the look that was on Sarah's face.

"Ugh! You look horrible," Sarah said crunching up her nose.

"Thanks for the words of encouragement," Oliver said sarcastically.

"But it is true, you really do." Sarah explained.

"I'm sorry miss, but it isn't very wise to insult the patients." Hermione cut in. Sarah turned to face her.

"You're Hermione Granger aren't you? I've heard about you, you used to be Harry Potter's best friend, but you let him die for you. Some friend you were really. Letting our world's hero just die." Sarah said rudely, Hermione could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

"hey, if you are so upset about it, why didn't you help in the war, Hermione has saved tons of lives and without her, he would have died a lot sooner and he-who-must-not-be-named would still be alive," Oliver defended.

"Taking the mud blood's side?" Sarah questioned. Oliver gasped at her foul language.

"You take that back!" He yelled.

"No, its ok, I'm used to it." Hermione said quietly her voice wavering slightly.

"No, it's not ok, she has no right to insult you," Oliver said.

"You know what, I'm just going to wait outside while you two talk," Hermione said opening the door and stepping out, she couldn't help but notice the slightly pleading look Oliver gave her when she shut the door. She grabbed a tissue off one of the tables and dabbed her eyes before sitting down. A few minutes later, she heart screaming voices in the room.

"What do you mean you won't be able to play quidditch next season?"

"That's the reason you went out with me isn't it. Gosh, how could I have been so stupid not to notice this sooner, I'm such an idiot."

"Damn right that's the only reason I went out with you, I'm sorry Oliver… but it isn't working out, see you around."

"Good, because I don't want to date someone who was only in it for the money and fame!" Oliver's voice boomed.

Sarah walked through the doors a second later, her nose high in the air as she continued to walk down the hall. Hermione waited until Sarah was out of site before entering the room again. Oliver hadn't moved, which Hermione was happy about. His eyes looked clouded, like he wanted to cry, but was forcing himself not to. Hermione gave a slightly sympathetic smile.

"Don't worry, it's not the end of the world, trust me, I should know." Hermione said, though the last part was mumbled to herself so that Oliver barely heard it.

I can't move on, I can't take it, she leaves, she says we were faking love- All American Rejects (A/N: felt the urge to add that, because for some odd reason I'm listening to their cd, which I am pretty sure is old.)

"I just you know… thought she was the one." Oliver said sadly.

"I'm sure you will find someone else." Hermione assured.

"But how can you know that?" Oliver asked.

"I think the question is how you can't know that?" Hermione responded, "besides, you have quidditch… oh wait... sorry, I totally forgot, I'm so sorry."

"Ha-ha, thanks Hermione that sure helps a lot." Oliver said sarcastically.

"Well I'm sorry, I'm not good at these things anymore, in fact, and I haven't had a decent conversation with someone in ages." Hermione repented.

"Oh yeah… I guess you're right, I shouldn't be complaining, you've had it worse, you'd think people would treat you like a hero for all you've done for our world." Oliver said earnestly.

"No, they shouldn't and they don't because it is my fault that their real hero died, it should have been mine, if I ever found a time turner, there is no question what I would do." Hermione swore.

"It couldn't have been your fault, he died to say you, besides, he was probably happy to die, he had a really hard life." Oliver assured.

"Hm… I wonder if there is something I could do to make those heal faster," Hermione said, obviously not paying attention, Oliver rolled his eyes. "Doesn't onyx make things heal quicker?"

"I don't know, I'm not the healer, you are." Oliver said.

"Yes I know I am the healer, and the question was to myself, Yes, I do talk to myself… I really need to go to the library; I haven't been there in ages.

"I was right when I said you haven't changed much." Oliver mumbled.

A/N: I'm dead tired, so I'm going to end the chapter there, I know it has been ages since I have updated, and I was going to update sooner, but I pulled a lot of muscles in my neck and I couldn't move my neck at all Friday, my mum made me go to the doctors and they put me on muscle relaxers so now I am falling asleep like every two hours, it is fun really, but then yesterday, even though my neck hurt, but I had taken the stuff so I couldn't really feel it, I went to my basketball game and played, because I'm stupid like that, but I didn't want to let my team down. Because Team stands for teamwork, education, attitude, and memory, lol, my coach makes us scream that before every game. Anyway, I was fine until the fourth quarter when I got knocked down by this huge girl. Then this little girl pushed my neck, and I started crying because it really hurt, and believe me I barely ever cry, especially in public, though of course I cried on Friday because I was in extreme pain. So now it seems that I am back to the beginning, and I fell asleep at four pm yesterday because of the medicine and I'm about to fall asleep again (its like 4 am… I woke up at two.)But I want to post this first before I pass out on the computer desk… so yeah. Its taken me forever to write this chapter because I can't look down so I am typing with my head up, not looking at the keys, which I have to do in school so it isn't that bad, but still…

Thanks for reading, and please review… maybe it will help my neck get better!

I do accept constructive criticism, just not flames, so if you are going to flame, please don't… even though this chapter is a bit repetitive, and doesn't make much sense, probably because I'm in what some people call "la la land" ha-ha that is the funniest phrase ever.

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