Quikil: Helloooo people! I know, I know, I took WAAAY longer to update than expected, but school has been murder on my soul! Well, since I finally discovered a plot for this story, and so many people seemed to like this, I have decided to post chapter two of this story! Also, I would like to thank my beta-reader, Patron Saint of Desire, for all of her editing on my fics, my friends, Janine and Jenny, for the kind reviews (they don't even like Harry Potter!), and all the readers who guessed who the mystery person of chapter one was! This chapter is dedicated to them! Those people were Joyish, Patron Saint of Desire, ronsluvergurl123, and mysteries green fairy! Guess what? All of you were right! Well, without further ado, here is chapter two!

Chapter 2

Why did I leave my wand upstairs?

...When she raised her head even further, Hermione received the biggest jolt yet, much to her delight.

Ronald Weasley was standing above her, his hand held out in front of him, a concerned look on his face. When she saw him, Hermione's face flushed bright red, and, seeing this, Ron's face broke out in a grin. "Walk much?" Ron teased, letting Hermione grab his hand to pull herself up.

As she tried to steady herself on one foot, Ron continued, "But seriously Hermione, are you alright? What the bloody hell were you trying to accomplish by flinging yourself down the stairs?"

"For your information, Ronald, I did not fling myself down the stairs. I just didn't realize that it was raining, and all of a sudden it thundered so loudly that I scared myself and lost balance." Hermione said with a hint of indignation in her voice that was probably obvious to everything in the common room- including the sofa and squashy armchairs- except Ron.

"Well, how could you not have realized it was raining? You'd have to be mental to be thinking about something so hard that it would block everything else out, wouldn't you?" Ron pressed her, not realizing that he had just insulted Hermione, which, -in the state of things-, was probably one of the biggest mistakes he could've made.

"Well, if I hadn't been grossed out because of you and Lavender…" Hermione thought angrily to herself, her blood boiling at the very thought of the great pig.

"Just forget it, Ron. I fell down the stairs, and, come to think of it, I think I really hurt my ankle…" Hermione said, literally hopping over to the couch in the center of the common room and leaning up against it for support so as not to fall over again. She had forgotten that in all of the mess that had happened before, she'd forgotten to change into her pajamas, and as this fact hit her, she blushed a deep red and realized that her skirt had probably flown up when she had fallen.

"Um, Hermione, when you fell, your- your sk-"

"Never mind that, Ron!" Hermione cut across him, her worst fears being confirmed, and, desperate to stop Ron's mind from…wandering to forbidden places, she quickly changed the subject.

"So Ron, why are you down here so late anyway?"

"Err, well, Lavender wanted to stay up and snog me to death, but I told her no because I had…more important things on my mind that really needed mulling over…"

And he glanced at her, for only a brief moment, but it still made Hermione shiver and wonder if the important thing he had to think about was her.

"Well, Hermione, since you really can't move now," Ron started, stepping towards her, "do you want me to try and heal your ankle for you? I know a spell that might work…Omniesco, it's called, and I've seen mum use it on Fred when he was knocked unconscious. He tried to reach mum's wand that was on the counter, and since he couldn't reach it, he stood on George's shoulders, but fell and hit his head when I came from behind them and scared them by accident. They still say that I meant to make them fall, but I was only looking for the cookie jar. And a few days after that, they actually managed to get dad's wand and transfigure my favorite teddy bear into a giant spider…"

"No, Ron! Please, don't use that spell! If you use it on someone that is conscious, then it will force them to black out! Even worse is the fact that while they are asleep, that person will blurt out all of their secrets!" Hermione said frantically, motioning to Ron, who was taking his wand out of his pocket, to put it back in.

"Well, what are you supposed to do then? I don't know any other spells that can repair bones, and you don't have your wand, do you?" Ron asked.

"No, I don't." Hermione said. "Damn! Why did I leave my wand upstairs?" Hermione thought with a hint of anguish and anger.

"…Um, Hermione? How are you going to get back upstairs if we don't know a spell that can repair your ankle?"

Quikil: HAHA! Another cliffy there for you! I know this chapter was really short, but the next one will be longer… (Glances around nervously) and it'll be posted quicker too!