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A/N: Ok thanks again to all my reviewers you guys are the best. This chapter is rather short but you'll get over it. So, here goes.
Hermione woke up with a major sense of daja vu. She was lying in a bed in the hospital wing, right up the back by a window. Her bedside table was crammed with sweets and get-well cards as it had always been during her stays here. Looking around she saw that it was mid-morning, but she didn't know which day. She considered getting up and going to find out but her mind was foggy and she doubted she could walk in a straight line. Instead, she read her sweet, sympathetic cards and dug in to her chocolates and lollies. She noticed a small purple card towards the back of the tiny table, with unfamiliar handwriting. Hermione opened it up and grabbed another packet of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans. The card was from Matt.
Dear Hermione,
I'm not exactly sure what happened to you, but I really hope you're going to be all right. Madam Promfrey says you will be, but I'm worried anyway. By the way I was just wondering, why did you tell Harry and Ron you had so much homework? We almost never get it from Muggle Studies. Sorry, I know it isn't my place to ask but I'm a very curious guy. Anywho, Get better soon!
-Matt.
Hermione carefully placed the card back on the table. Perhaps Matt would just forget about her little fib if she didn't bring it up. She hoped he would. But if he didn't, would he start to suspect something? He would find out, she knew he would he was going to tell everybody and ruin her cover. Hermione began to sweat and felt sick with worry and anticipation.
"Ah, Miss Granger, you're awake I see. Good, good, how are you feeling?" Madam Promfrey strode purposefully towards her.
"I'm not too bad, a little dizzy though," Hermione admitted.
"Yes, yes well that's expected you just lie down for a bit and I would imagine you can sleep in your own bed tonight." Madam Promfrey returned to her office and closed the door leaving the room silent again. Hermione yawned and decided to take the nurse's advice and get some rest.
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Next morning (which was a Tuesday) at breakfast, Hermione discovered that Matt had gotten to be quite good friends with Harry and Ron, and was sitting across from then chatting loudly.
"Hey guys! Matt what are you doing at the Gryffindor table? Wait, you were here on Saturday morning too, how come?" Hermione asked as she plonked herself down between Ron and Seamus.
"Well," Matt began, "On Saturday it was heaps squishy at the Ravenclaw table while there was plenty of room here, so it was logical. But today I just wanted to talk to Harry and Ron. By the way could you please pass me the Apricot jam?" Hermione shrugged and reached out for the Jam. That was when he saw it. The thin, deep scar along her left wrist.
A/N: Ok and that's it for now so tell me what you think!
