A/N: I realize that you all have been wondering about Hermione and I'm SO SORRY I left her out! I got totally caught up in the entire finding it all out thing….so I had to make a decision…. I thought to myself, add chapter "Ron's Story" or document "Hermione's Sleep." I finally realized that I, OF COURSE, must answer the call of my reviewers, and just played a sneaky little trick on them!

Disclaimer: do not own

Last chapter: doesn't really matter to contribute to this chapter, but Harry is about to force the story that solves all out of Ron.

Madame Pomfrey was utterly discouraged. No matter what treatment was given to her, Hermione did not respond, she was alive, and healthy besides the fact that she had scratches and bruises covering her inner thighs, face, and back.

Last night Madame Pomfrey had come up to Dumbledore, after his little speech with the teachers, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Draco Malfoy, she informed him that the blood had disappeared. She had explained carefully that she had made sure not to touch the girl's hands because of the blood on them, and had not washed them, or washed any of her that had not need to be immediately attended too.

He did not look surprised, and merely nodded before walking off.

She sat next to her hoping desperately that she would wake up, knowing that there really wasn't any hope in her awakening. Two nights had gone by, and she still slept fitfully. Not once did Hermione Granger move or stir at all. Was she paralyzed? That had run through her mind at first when she didn't move or react to anything at all. Of course, some simple test spells showed clearly that she was able to move, but was so deep in her coma sleep that she just didn't. Though this didn't lighten anyone's fears to know she was very deep in some coma they could not take her out of, they at least knew that if she did come out of it, she would be healthy. That, at least, was one of the only relieves.

"What happened last night?" some one kept asking her that over and over and over again. Each time they asked Hermione she knew less and less. Before he had asked she had remembered everything perfectly. Now she could barely remember what she had forgotten. Everything was a blur. She knew her name, and everything, but for the life of her could not remember that night.

She remembered going to the library that day, and classes, the meals, but that was where it ended. After dinner, she remembered nothing. She had a faint thought floating through her mind that she might have been going to the prefects bathroom to investigate some…wait, what was it she had gone to check out in the…bathroom? Wait, wasn't there more to that word?

"What happened last night?"

She could not remember anything past dinner. It infuriated her not being able to remember. It was the oddest thing; she just had one large blank spot, as if some one had come into her chalkboard full of daily schedules and erased everything after dinner. Still it questioned her, as if just to make sure. She worried it might even make her forget before dinner also, and other days, but it only erased even cleaner that one night.

"What happened last night?"

She wanted to strangle the voice, but it felt like her body was made of some heavy metal she could not move no matter her strength. Once or twice she felt something, like it was trying to tap into her metal cast, but it faded quickly before she could even try desperately to respond.

"What happened last night?"

"I don't know!" she shrieked frantically, before she could not even remember the voice, the metal casing, or anything at all that had happened that night, or the two days she (although she didn't know of the two days she was unconscious for) spent trying to argue with her mind.

Madame Pomfrey jumped so badly, she almost fell (startled) out of her seat. Hermione's sudden movement and outburst had shocked her. The girl had, only a moment ago, been so deep in a coma that she didn't react to the most painful of spells (that were legal, of course). Now suddenly Hermione had jumped and almost grasped her hands at something that was not there over her, and yelled "I don't know!" She quickly collected herself, and bent over Hermione, checking her face, her eyes, everything. After she had done a thorough examination of her, she bustled out of the wing to call upon Dumbledore; he would know what to do.

Hermione was completely confused. She was in the hospital wing with a curtain drawn around her bed, wearing (what Madame Pomfrey called "breathable for the skin") pajamas, with the woman herself standing over her checking her body with a frightened look in her eye. She felt fine, and worried over why in the world she was at the hospital wing in a bed if she felt fine. She went over the events of the (what she thought was the) previous day. She had gotten to dinner before she could remember no more. She searched her mind frantically, through everything she could think of, like a filing system gone askew, but could still not remember. She remembered eating the food, because she had gotten some on herself. She had waved it off and continued to eat until everyone else, along with her got up to head off to their dorms. She had stood, up, and filed after Harry. That was wear it ended. It was like a videotape that suddenly stopped at an unanticipated ending. Like some one just shut it off. Tears formed in her eyes, why could she not remember? Why, oh, why?