(A/N: Sorry if chapter 17 didn't show right away! Obviously it is up now. I currently have been inspired for this fic, which is a good and bad thing. It's good because I'm updating it but it's bad because "What of the Marauders" and "Believing the Extraordinary" are being ignored. Yet that's the way the cookie crumbles. Sorry for the long wait for this chapter and it's shortness! I have good news I have 2 full chapters done and a third well on the way.)

It was final Gryffindor's first match of the season. It of course was against Slytherin. Ron was as nervous as Harry was for his first game.

"You'll do fine," reassured Harry, "You've been fantastic at practice."

"Yeah, sure," meekly agreed Ron as the Quidditch team headed out onto the field.

In the game Ron's nerves got the best of him. Slytherin was well advanced in the lead, as the came neared an end a rouge Bludger took Ron out.

Hermione watched the game with intensity. She could tell Ron was nervous when he left for the game. By the time Ron missed Quaffel number four and five she could tell the his nerves had gotten the best of him. "Come on Ron you can do it," mumbled Hermione feeling sorry for him.

As the Slytherin's score rose higher she could hear people complaining about how bad a choice Ron was for the team.

"This guy is pathetic! What was the captain thinking? Anybody would do better than he is!" remarked a Gryffindor.

"Hey! Cut him some slack if it was your fist game you'd be nervous too!" replied Hermione.

"What? You his girlfriend?" scoffed the boy.

"No, he's my friend," answered Hermione though she knew that Ron meant more to her than just a friend.

"Don't look now but I think you're boyfriend's been hit."

Hermione held her breath as Ron plummeted to the ground. She couldn't move she wanted to do something but was rendered immoveable. It wasn't until Ron hit the ground did Hermione come to her senses. Hermione then rushed to reach Ron she had to weave through the celebrating Slytherins to reach Ron. She faintly heard them say something about Ron but didn't bother to listen. Her sole focus was Ron and seeing that he was ok. Hermione ran into Harry on the Quidditch field as Madame Pomphrey cast a floating charm to transport Ron to the hospital wing.

"I assume you two will want to come along?" asked Madame Pomphrey.

Hermione nodded as she and Harry followed Madame Pomphrey.

When the three plus an unconscious Ron reached the infirmary Madame Pomphrey went to work. She treated a few scrapes and mended Ron's apparently broken leg.

"Ron is going to remain unconscious for a while, he may possible remain this way even into tomorrow. He is suffering from a concussion and there is a possibility of some memory loss. It would be best if one of you remained with him until he come to so as to clear up any possible confusion."

"I'll say," volunteered both Harry and Hermione.

"I'll let you two figure out who it will be while I tend to some of the games other minor injuries."

"Harry, I think that I should stay," recommended Hermione, "With your constant zoning out and all."

"You're right," agreed Harry.