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recap: Hermione, in her rampant fear, tripped and knocked her head against the wall of the Hogwarts corridor, leaving a trail of blood as she fell down unconscious.

The portraits gasped as Hermione blanked out, as Harry and Ron just stared. Not knowing what to do.

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# chapter six

"Where am I?" Hermione stared, wide-eyed, at Ron and Harry.

"This bed's fluffy!" Hermione smiled, poking the white mattress with her finger, and smiled innocently.

"What's this?" Hermione took up her wand and poked the flower vase with it, and immediately it self-combusted into a million pieces. Hermione began to cry.

Ron and Harry started at each other. What the fuck?

Why was Hermione acting this way? They needed a damn answer, thank you very much. Who wouldn't, seeing their unusually intelligent friend acting like this…this three-year-old baby, or a very, very childish retard.

So, which was it?

They needed Madam Pomfrey, who was just over there, bustling with healing potions and stocking humongous bottles of Skele-Gro.

Hermione was suffering from such a condition and what the fuck was she doing? Stacking little bottles of Skele-Gro?

"Madam Pomfrey, I was just wondering…what happened to Hermione?" Harry asked, but was cut ahead by Madam Pomfrey.

"Harry dear, yes I know you are concerned about Hermione but can't you see I am stacking bottles of Skele-Gro, I am quite bu…" Madam Pomfrey had not finished her sentence when Ron snapped. How could such a thick faggot be appreciative of the art of stacking bloody bottles when a perfectly fine student has suddenly become some kind of retard!

"Damn those bottles and your stacking to bloody hell! What I need to know is what happened to Hermione!"

Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips, and reminded them strongly of Professor.McGonagall, save the graying hair and those fine wrinkles. "Language, Mr.Weasley!" Madam Pomfrey said, before straightening her apron and walking to Hermione.

"Old woman! Old woman!" Hermione cried happily at the sight of Madam Pomfrey, who looked truly disgusted. She shot Hermione a look, which immediately shut her lips and continued to play with her wand.

"The thing I can say is, the Miss.Granger you see now is NOT the Miss.Granger we all know. Here, is a Miss.Granger that has dated back to her nursing days because of the concussion her head suffered." Madam Pomfrey stated, as Ron and Harry exchanged guilty looks. They were the ones who caused that.

"She could recover, but part of her sub consciousness has been trying to hide, and now that it has the chance, it probably won't really surface. So I say, she's probably going to be like that for a very long while. You could do things to jolt her memory, though." Madam Pomfrey said, and cast a sleeping spell on Hermione, who had successfully broken quite a number of vases with her wand.

Ron and Harry looked at each other. It was quite depressing really.

"Oh my gosh. Hermione…" Harry held Hermione's hand, and sat by the bed. While Ron stood behind him.

No words were exchanged, but they knew it was so terribly wrong.

And it was all their fault.

Author's Note: okay, this wasn't exactly the long chapter I have promised…but…AWAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER, as it will feature…

DRACO MALFOY!

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