Author's Notes: Hello everyone! Here's my updated Chapter 2. Please review!


Chapter 2:
Quidditch Accidents

It was a dull week after their arrival to Hogwarts. Quidditch had started early this year, keeping Ron and Harry (His ban was lifted as soon as Umbridge had left and the team even allowed him the have to job of captain) busy during the evening. Due to the NEWTS testing later this year, the teachers piled on lots of work. As in previous years, Hermione helped the boys with theirs while also managing to do her own. She made both of them a schedule as well, although neither one was very good at following it.

"Hermione, are you coming to our practice or not?" Ron asked, bringing her out of her thoughts. She had taken to staring out the window, usually thinking about the days events, schoolwork, other school related things. But now she was thinking about Ron and Harry, and why they would want to play Quidditch when they could be in the library, studying for their work.

"What? Oh, yes; I guess I need a break anyway," she said, pushing a book on the table next her in front of her aside, as if she had been reading.

They walked down to the Quidditch pitch, Ron talking about how the weather was so warm for September. Harry and Hermione stood beside him, nodding when he paused and wondering why on Earth he was talking about the weather.

The truth was, Ron didn't really have a reason why he was talking either. Maybe he just didn't like the silence? But no, he couldn't fool himself. He just wanted to hear Hermione speak; he found her voice strangely soothing.

"Um, we're here. Hermione you should go get a seat," Harry said, interrupting Ron.

Hermione left to find her seat and the boys went into the locker rooms, Harry giving Ron his 'Are you alright' look.

Minutes later the Gryffindor team emerged, people flying this way and that. She saw Ginny and waved. Ginny had become a beater once Harry's ban had lifted, since Fred and George had graduated in her 4th year. She was quite a good player, too. Ron flew off towards the goal posts nearest to her and Harry let the balls lose.

"Hello again," Ron said, flying to the post nearest to her seat. "With practice starting this early into term, I bet our team will be unstoppable! Especially with Harry as captain, don't you think?"

"Yes, of course, but I think you ought to pay attention," she said a bit uneasily. She didn't want him yelled at or injured because he wasn't watching his surroundings.

"You know, you worry too much. But I guess you're right, I might get hit or—" he turned upside down on his broom. She gasped. "—Fall." He laughed at the look of surprise and anger on her face.

"Ronald Weasley, that was not funny!" she said angrily.

He flipped right side up. "You ruin all the f—" he said, but was interrupted by a screech.

"Look out!" she pointed, but it was too late. The bludger smacked him on the back of his head and he fell to the ground.

"Impedimenta!" Harry and Hermione shouted in unison, slowing his fall. She ran down to the Quidditch pitch towards Ron, who was gently floating to the ground.

When he reached the ground, Hermione did a spell to make him float in mid air, so they could get him to the hospital wing. "Let's go," she said to Harry and Ginny, who had just reached the ground, almost crying over her brother.

They got to the hospital wing in less then five minutes and told Madame Pomfrey what happened. She quickly laid him in a hospital bed and motioned for Hermione, Harry and Ginny to sit down.

The nurse quickly examined his head. "Looks like he has a mild concussion. He might not wake up for a day or so. I suppose you want to say with him until then?" she asked. Hermione nodded, but Ginny and Harry looked at each other.

"Well, I'll stay. Ginny and Harry, you don't have to if you don't want to," she said, hoping they would.

"Actually, Ginny and I were going to go... study," Harry said, awkwardly.

"Oh, well you to go ahead and I'll stay with Ron until he wakes," she said.

"Come and get us as soon as he's awake, alright?" Ginny said, grabbing Harry's hand and pulling him out of the room without waiting for an answer.

Hermione waited until she was alone with Ron and held his hand. She felt guilty that she had been talking to him, as if it was her fault. It's not your fault, she thought, he didn't listen to you when you said to pay attention.

Less then an hour and a half later, she fell asleep, still holding Ron's hand.