It was a rainy day at the magical castle named Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione bustled down to Transfiguration, not wanting to be late on account of Ron again. (He, of course, had held the trio up because there was quite a lovely new treacle tart at breakfast that he couldn't bring himself to resist.)

"Hermione, bloody hell, can't you wait up just a bit," Sputtered Ron, still shoving the remainder of treacle tart into his huge mouth, and trying to chug down the remainder of his pumpkin juice. "You're not the growing man, here! If you were, you would understand that I desperately need food!"

"Honestly Ronald! Harry is growing just as much as you are, but he doesn't find the need to stuff everything into his mouth that comes his way!" Hermione pouted, finally giving into the fact that there was no possible way she could get to Potions on time. "Anyways, thanks to you Professor Blubbenslup is going to give us detentions for a week."

Professor Blubbenslup was the new potions master, since Snape finally became fed up that Dumbledore would never give him the DADA post. The last the trio heard of him, it was rumored that he was currently vacationing in Bulgaria, trying to make a living by becoming a new model. Just the thought gave Hermione chills up and down her spine. shudder.

Opening the door to the dungeons, Hermione nagged Harry and Ron all the way down, talking about how she couldn't afford any more tardies, and giving lectures about how this would affect her and Harry seeing as they were the new Head boy and Girl of Hogwarts. As they turned the corner to the last door, which lead to the potions door, she quickly shut her mouth, upon realizing that the door was still slightly ajar.

"Come on," yelled Hermione, breaking into a full fledged run, while trying to make it inside the classroom on time. Harry and Ron quickly followed suit, Ron easily overlapping the two on account of his long legs.

"Ha!" Hermione and Harry were close to the door, which Ron had opened with his foot, as he punched his arm out triumphantly into the air. Realizing his mistake too late, the pumpkin juice flask soared out, right in front of where Hermione was headed. With wide eyes, Hermione slid on the orange liquid, and with a sickeningly crash, was knocked down to the hard cold floor.

"Ow!" She screeched, rubbing her head and looking around, now slightly dazed. "My ankle!"

Looking down, Harry noticed how swollen it had already become, and picking her up in his strong arms, he looked at Ron.

"I'm taking her to the hospital wing. Tell Professor Blubbenslup where we are, ok mate?"

With that, Harry was off, with Hermione giggling despite herself in his arms.

"That was a nice fall, 'Mione." Harry teased, and they made their way to Madam Pomphrey.

"Not as nice as when you tripped over the bench during lunch." She teased back, as they approached the door.

They entertained themselves as they recalled all of Ron's clumsy mishappenings until Harry placed Hermione delicately down on the bed, and went to search out for Madam Pomphrey.

"He's so strong." She thought to herself, watching him as he turned the corner into the nurse's office. "I wish I could know what's going on inside his hurt head, and understand him, look into his thoughts."

After three minutes, a bewildered looking Harry came into view with not the nurse, but a young girl looking the age of around 23.

"Err, um, hello Ms. Granger, I'm, um, Madam Frokensplat, Madam Pomphrey's best friend's daughter. Um, I'm not really a qualified nurse, but I'm filling in for Madam Pomphrey for a day while she's out visiting my mother. Uh, she's left me, um, a few potions, what, err, is your problem?" Looking at Madam Frokensplat, Hermione could tell the poor witch was quite afraid, and had no idea what was going on. Trying to forget the pain she was in, Hermione kindly let the witch know that her ankle was possibly broken, and that she needed a potion to help her put it back in order.

Hermione and Harry waited patiently as the substitute nurse went to find the correct potion for Hermione's ankle. Harry had just started to massage it, when Madam Frokensplat came back, with a small bottle in her hands, looking positively terrified, as if she had no clue what to do with it.

"Thank you." Hermione said nicely, taking the flask out of her hands and popping off the cork that sealed the potion inside of it. "I might be able to make the second half of potions if I'm lucky."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle (adoringly of course) at Hermione's attitude. Even if she was an inch from death, Harry was sure she would stop at nothing to continue to her classes, for a meaningless lesson.

Taking a large sip of the purple potion, with the intent on making it to class ASAP, Hermione put the now empty flask down and looked at her ankle, with the impression it would appear healed in the blink of an eye. But, instead of feeling it becoming miraculously better, the feeling that a bolt of lightning was running through her body overcame her instead.

With an audible gasp, Hermione was knocked out, safe in the hospital bed, leaving a wide eyed Harry looking over her as she drifted into unwanted sleep.

"Hermione!"

Author's Note: Hey guyz. So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter so far, small as it may be… but don't worry. This was kind of like the introductory chap., afterward it will get better, and hopefully more enjoyable. This is my first fic ever, so cut me some slack if it isn't quite amazing… yet lol. I have a lot of ideas for this story, and hopefully it'll be pretty good by the time I'm good and done with it hehe. So, I'll try and update really quickly, although the only times I'm going to be able to is during the night, because during the day I'm going to be busy with all my friends and stuff… anywho, happy holidays. Reviews are much appreciated. By the way, I will only post after I get enough reviews so that I can have SOME inspiration haha. Triple XD. Laterz.