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So here's the second chapter, yay! Two chapters in a row, that's a new record for me :) I promise to keep up a nice rythm, unless homework and school and friends get in the way...Anyway, if you have any comment, suggestion, congratulation, flame or such, let me know. R&R

He sat numbly in a very uncomfortable chair. He had been siting there for some hours, but for him it seemed like it had been ages. He looked at her fragile body, lying under the blinding white sheets. She was asleep, and she looked so peaceful… and then he remembered the terrile events of the night before.

After gazing at her unmoving form crumpled on the floor for a fleeting eternity, he had carried her straight to the infirmary. She had stirred while in his arms, but she was way too weak because of the blood loss to do anything. She couldn't even form a coherent thought. The only thing she was able to say scared him more than he would ever admit.

"Hey…" she managed to say while moaning. "Shhh, it's alright, you're going to be fine", he tried to sooth her, but his words fell into deaf ears.

"Please…take it away…" she pleaded in such a tiny voice that was so uncharacteristic of her. "You'll soon be better, Madame will take all the pain away", he tried to comfort her again.

"Not…that…it's inside, I can feel it…take it away, please…it's inside…"

He didn't understand what she meant, and he didn't get a chance to ask her, because she fainted again. By the time they arrived to the infirmary, he was soaked in that dredful liquid pouring from her veins, and she looked deadly pale while hanging limp from his arms. In his haste, he hadn't noticed they had left a trail of little red drops.

The older woman soon placed her in a bed and started checking for her vitals. She then proceded to make a more detailed swipe, looking for major injuries. While she did her job, he just stood there like a statue, guarding over his friend. After a while, and many healings, the older woman turned to face him, and answered his unasked question.

"She is stable now. She lost a lot of blood, but I gave her blood replenishers, so she should be alright. She's going to be very tired and dizzy, and she will need to rest."

"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey. I was so worried about her, I'm not sure what I woul have done if something bad happened to her…"

"It's understandable. Now, would you care to explain exactly what happened?"

"I'm not sure myself, I have no idea of how she got those horrible wounds. All I know is that I saw her step outside the common room, and then I heard a scream. I don't know how I knew, but it was her. I inmediately got out and looked for her, when I heard more screams. I followed the sound and found her covered in blood, so I brought her here."

"Hmm, that is strange…"

"I know, and very suspicious…Madame Pomfrey, do you think someone attacked her? I mean, on purpose? What if they were trying to kill her? You know, she's quite famous after all…"

"Mr. Potter , I do not think someone attacked her, in fact, I know nobody attacked her, because those deep wounds she had in her arms were self-caused"

"What do you mean self-caused? That can't be posible, she would never hurt anyone, let alone herself. You're not suggesting she cut herself on purpose, do you?"

"I'm afraid so, Mr. Potter , this obviously looks like a suicide attempt."

"But she has so much to do, a whole life in front of her, why would she do this? Besides, she was screaming in pain, like if someone was hurting her, she wouldn't have done that if she was trying to kill herself, now, would she?"

"I don't know, Mr. Potter, I'm just stating the facts"

After that, she had retreated to her office to fill the paperwork, so he was left alone with her sleeping form and his musings. He couldn't believe she had done something so… so… stupid. It was hermione, for crying out loud!

There was something misterious going on, and he was definitely going to find it out.