(A/N: So I'm really starting to get into the story. Go me! Ckontowderdon! Okay, sorry. :) I'm happy. So thank you SO MUCH to the people who actually read this and want more. You roxes mi soxes!)

Hermione lay there on the floor, and everyone was in shock.

Silence.

The teacher had never had anything like this happen to her before. I mean, she's only a sub! "Oh my goodness…"

Hermione…

Okay, it's a dream…that's all…

GET UP, YOU IDIOT! IT'S REAL!

Oh. Right! Ok…time for action.

Suddenly Ron, ignoring all of the stares, got up and rushed to her side. Harry wasn't far behind, following suit.

That was when the spell broke. Some students screamed and ran in circles like idiotic Muggles (trust me, it's quite common in the Muggle world). Others ran out of the classroom to get the teachers. Mrs. Thatcher was stuck frozen solid.

"Get the Professor!"

"Professor who?"

"Any Professor!

"McGonagall!"

"She'll know what to do!"

"Do what?"

Random conversations were heard, scattered throughout the classroom. People were shouting, others were petrified.

But no one knew really knew what the hell was going on.

Ron and Harry were at her side.

What the bloody hell's going on?

Is she dead?

NO, she can't be!

Feel for a pulse, you idiot!

Right…pulse…

Ron grabbed her hand (none too gently) and searched for a pulse.

Dammit, I don't feel anything!

Are you sure you're pressing on the right spot?

NO! I almost killed that boy last time I learned to find a pulse!

Oh yeah. That wasn't one of your shining moments, was it?

No, not exactly.

Wait…what was I doing?

PULSE! HERMIONE!

Right…

Harry, who had figured out by that time what the heck Ron was trying to do, took Hermione's arm from Ron.

"I can't find a pulse, Harry! Do you think she's dead?" Ron felt like screaming, so he did. Hey, it blended in with everyone else in the room.

"Ron, you do realize that an easier way to know if she's alive," Harry said, ignoring the question, "would be to see if she's breathing?"

Right…

"Uh…right…"

"Anyway, she's alive."

"Well…good. Good! Great!"

"We should probably take her to Dumbledore, though."

"We can carry her to his office!"

"Um…I think we should just tell him to come HERE."

"Uh…right…"

"Come on! Hurry!"

"But we can't just leave her here!"

"Uh…why not?" Harry asked.

She'll get stampeded over by the crazy class! They're going wild!

"Look at them!" Ron said, motioning to the class. "She'll get hurt by them or something!"

"Where do you suggest we take her, then?"

"I don't know…"

"Hermione could be hurt right NOW, Ron. The sooner we get Dumbledore here, the sooner she'll be better and awake. We don't have time to debate!"

"Put her on a desk, then!" Ron said.

"Fine, help me carry her! Take her legs…"

I get to pick up Hermione! Yay!

What, you think that being a hero and carrying the damsel in distress to safety will get you that stupid kiss? THIS IS NOT THE TIME!

"You, go, Harry!" Ron blurted. "I'll put her on the desk and catch up with you! Hurry!"

Harry groaned, rolled his eyes, and consented by running out the door after pushing through the wild crowd.

Okay…you've seen the movies…just pick her up…

Dang, she's heavy! IN THE MOVIES, they just lift her up like she's a feather!

Because those guys have MUSCLES! Six-packs! And what do you have? NOTHING!

Okay…lift up her head…CAREFUL!

Sorry, I didn't mean to bump her head against the desk!

She'll have brain damage thanks to you!

Dang, she won't be able to help me pass my classes…

Concentrate!

Right…

Okay, good job…slowly stand up…

Great. She's on the desk.

Whoo. That wasn't easy.

But she's Hermione. She's worth it.

Hermione's worth more than anything…

Why, because you love her?

…because I love her.