A/N: I apologize for the delay but helping to run and organize two different conventions/conferences and started a new job have sort of taken over my life. I thank all of you for being patient with me and hope you like this chapter! I'm pretty sure it's my longest chapter to date, ha. Thanks again for all of the feedback!

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Mummification: Thank you again for your kind review. I failed to explain how Harry and the others arrived at the hospital before Will and Santana did, but I did explain it in this one. Hopefully, it makes sense, ha. I agree Santana needs to 'pull her fine ass out of the closet already', but alas, I love some drama. I hope you continue to like this story. And thank you, I did have quite a bit of fun while I was out of town.

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Ok, so for this chapter (until the song at least), lines "like this" are a part of a flashback. And for the song, lines "like this" are sung by Hermione, lines "like this" are sung by the New Directions, and lines "like this" are sung by Hermione and the New Directions. Alright, enough chit-chat, on to the story!

Enjoy! :)

~Chapter 31~

Harry Potter walked into the hospital room that was growing familiar to him and sighed sadly upon noticing the raven-haired girl curled up next to his best friend. He approached her quietly and gently shook her.

"Santana," he murmured soothingly.

"What?" She growled out when she finally opened her eyes.

"You should go home and get something to eat before going to school. You look famished, darling."

"I can't leave her, Harry," Santana whimpered, staring at Hermione worriedly.

"I can keep a close eye on her until you get back. You know I would never let anything bad happen to her. Not again," the messy-haired boy told her with a small frown. The former cheerleader finally met his concerned gaze.

"Fine," she relented as she carefully climbed out of the wavy-haired girl's bed. "I'll be back after school, princesa," the Latina whispered and kissed her forehead before walking out of the room. Harry watched the other girl leave before sitting next to his best friend.

"I don't know if you can hear me, Mione, but that girl is crazy about you," the Boy-Who-Lived muttered as he grasped the former prefect's hand. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a weary sigh. He should have been there to protect her the way she had always protected him. Harry ran his free hand through his hair, making it even more disheveled before thinking about the moment he got the phone call from Will.

"Harry, I don't know exactly what happened, but Mia's been in an accident," the hazel-eyed man choked out. Harry paled and hurriedly stepped into his shoes while grabbing his wand as Will continued. "I'm on the way to the crash site now. Santana was the first one to stumble upon the scene and she sounded like she was falling apart on the phone." He paused. "I know Mia would want me to comfort Santana the best that I can right now, but I'm so worried about our girl."

"I'll apparate right over and figure out my way to the hospital from there. She'll be ok, Will. Hermione's a fighter," Harry managed to get out without breaking down. As soon as he got off the phone with his best friend's uncle, he disappeared with a 'pop'.

He arrived a couples block away from Will and Hermione's apartment a few moments later and ran into the nearest establishment to ask for directions to the hospital.

"Excuse me," he panted, trying to get the hostess' attention.

"Hey, aren't you Hermione's friend?" A voice called out from behind him.

"Um, yes, who are you again?"

"Oh, I'm Rachel Berry. Not to be rude, but what are you doing here, Harry?"

"Hermione's been in a terrible accident. Will and Santana are at the site, waiting for the paramedics to cut apart the car," he muttered grimly.

"Oh, my god. Well, we'll give you a ride to the hospital and I'm sure Hermione's fellow glee clubbers would want to be there for her," she responded quickly before frantically searching the room for someone. "Finn! Get over here now and bring the rest of the New Directions!"

"What's going on, Rach?" A tall boy, Harry assumed was Finn, questioned with a tilt of his head.

"Hermione's been in a car accident and we're going to give Harry here a ride. The rest of you are more than welcome to come to the hospital. I'm sure Hermione, Mr. Schue, and Santana are going to need all of the support they can get," the tiny diva pointed out gravely as she grabbed Harry and Finn's hands and dragged them out into the parking lot.

A few minutes later, Harry, the New Directions, and Blaine arrived at the hospital and asked if Hermione had arrived yet. The receptionist informed them that the ambulance was on its' way and smiled sadly at the group of teenagers before directing them to some nearby seats.

As soon as he found out what Fleur had done, Harry apparated back to London to have an arrest warrant issued for the Veela. He arrived back at the hospital a couple hours later and collapsed upon hearing that the girl he considered to be his sister had fallen into a coma.

"Harry?" Hermione groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, quickly pulling Harry away from his thoughts.

"Well, hey there, sleepyhead," he replied with a genuine smile, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Can I get some water?" The brown-eyed girl choked out. The former Gryffindor seeker nodded rapidly before casting a quick Aguamenti into a glass. Hermione slowly swallowed the water before looking up at her oldest friend. "How long have I been out?"

"Almost two weeks," the bespectacled boy informed her with a small frown.

"Oh, bloody hell. Santana's gonna kill me," the witch grumbled causing Harry to smirk slightly.

"Er, Mione, do you remember what happened?"

"I was driving over to San's house to take her out for Valentine's Day when Bellatrix ap—" She paused, a look of alarm covering her face. "Bellatrix! Did she survive?"

"No, she's gone, Mione. She's finally gone," Harry told her gently before kissing her forehead. "You rest, ok? I'm going to go call Will and get the doctor." The brown-eyed girl nodded wearily and closed her eyes. About twenty minutes later, she opened her eyes when she heard the door open and turned to look at whoever was coming in.

"Oh, Mia, I'm so glad you're alright. I thought I lost you," Will murmured as he embraced his niece, tears shining in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Will. I just didn't know what to do. She-she threatened to go after Santana," she whispered fearfully.

"It's ok, Mia. She's gone. She can't hurt you anymore," he responded soothingly.

"Well, Miss Granger, now that you've woken up, you just need to have a few tests done before we let you go." He paused and began conducting the tests before sharing the results. "Miraculously, your arm seems to have healed itself," he spoke, confusion evident in his voice. Hermione glanced at Harry who grinned sheepishly, shrugged his shoulders, and mouthed 'later'. "Remember to take it easy for the next several weeks. You may experience dizziness and headaches for a while, but I prescribed you something for that. Also, the slight discomfort you feel in your ribs will go away in a little less than a month. Alright, Miss Granger, you are free to go as early as tonight." The wavy-haired brunette beamed and climbed out of the hospital bed, eager to get home so she could take the healing potions she had kept after the war to relieve the pain in her ribs.

"Hold up there, Mia," Will stated before helping her back into bed. "I'm going to go fill out the paperwork and get you a wheelchair and then we can leave, ok?"

"Fine," Hermione groaned over-dramatically as she settled back into bed. "But hurry up, I want to get out of this ruddy hospital!" As soon as Will and the doctor had left the room, the brown-eyed girl turned to look at her best friend. "Harry James Potter, what did you do?"

"I may have snuck in Madame Pomfrey at night to heal you, so you could wake up faster and not be in as much pain…" he trailed off bashfully.

"Oi. Well, you're lucky that I love you so much," she teased before opening up her arms to him. The messy-haired boy hurried over to her and wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm so happy that you're awake," the green-eyed boy murmured into her hair. "I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, Mione."

The next day, after arguing all morning with Will, Hermione dragged herself into McKinley High, rubbing her head and searching for her favorite Latina. She moved down the hallway and couldn't help but smile when she saw the dark-haired girl chatting away to Brittany.

"Hey, San, Brit," she addressed them with a grin.

"Hermione!" Brittany squealed before lunging at the British girl and throwing her arms around her. "I missed you! How's your booboo?"

"Still a few cuts and bruises, but other than that I'm perfectly alright," the wavy-haired brunette informed her casually.

"That's great! Well, I'll see you later, I've got to go get leg warmers to put on my arms," she whispered seriously before skipping off.

"Hey, love," Hermione murmured with a smile, stepping up to the shorter girl who was trying not to meet her eyes.

"Hi. Um, it's good to see you. I gotta go," the former Cheerio spoke quickly before hurrying away. The other girl watched her walk away, hurt evident on her face.

Hermione made it through the rest of the day in a blur and walked into the choir room, thankful that it was time for glee. She sat down next to Quinn and Sam and look around the room until her eyes found a surprising figure sitting amongst the students.

"What's Sue doing here?"

"No idea, but it can't be good," the hazel-eyed girl responded as she warily glanced at the cheerleading coach.

"Guys, Coach Sylvester is going to be joining glee for a while."

"This cannot be happening," Tina gasped out in horror.

"It's not up for discussion. It's no secret that Coach Sylvester has taken her licks and I believe she could use a little sympathy from us."

"Sympathy? From us?" Mercedes asked incredulously.

"All she's ever done is make our lives miserable," Quinn said seriously.

"She got exactly what she deserved," Santana pointed out while glaring at the blonde woman.

"You're lucky I left my blow gun at home, Air Bags, 'cause I got a clear shot at your—"

"Oi! Will all of you cut it out? You're making my head throb. Sue may have hurt you all in the past, but cheerleading was her life. To get that taken away is awful for her and she is suffering greatly, even if she doesn't want to admit it. Everyone deserves a second chance, right? Isn't that what you lot are known for? Just trust Will on this one and who knows Sue may surprise us all." Hermione ended her speech and began to rub her aching head, just wanting to lie down for a few minutes and figure out why Santana was being so distant. Will approached his niece and moved her hands away from her face.

"Are you ok, Mia?" He inquired softly, his voice laden with concern.

"Yeah, Will, I'm fine," she replied with a forced smile. "Go on and introduce the lesson for this week." The curly-haired man nodded and moved back in front of the entire group.

"Alright, guys, Coach Sylvester has had her recent setbacks, but she is a proven champion and we could do worse than to have that kind of a winning record in our midst. Also, I would like to welcome back Hermione!" The group clapped enthusiastically for their friend before their teacher continued. "Now, I received an envelope in the mail today. We know we're facing Kurt and the Warblers at Regionals and it looks like this year, we face Aural Intensity again." He paused as the kids begin to groan. "Also, it seems like the governing board has assigned a theme to this year's Regionals and part of our score will be based upon how well we interpret it. This year's them: anthem. Now, who can tell us what an anthem is?"

"The bottom of an ant's pants," Brittany told them matter-of-factly.

"So close," the glee director encouraged. "No, an anthem is an epic song, filled with a groundswell of emotion that somehow seems bigger than itself, even bigger than the person performing it!"

"Will, mind if I give it a go?"

"Are you sure that's a good idea, Mia?"

"Yeah, just give me a moment," Hermione muttered as she took a bottle out of her bag and took a long drink of whatever was inside. She sighed happily as the pain in her head immediately died down. She walked over to the instruments and picked up an electric guitar. She strummed an all too familiar riff causing several glee members to smile.

"Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on.
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone.
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp.
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light.
Television lover, baby, go all night.
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet.
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah.

"Hey!
C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up.
Break the bubble, break it up."

Right before she began the chorus, the rest of the New Directions joined in.

"Pour some sugar on me.
Ooh, in the name of love.
Pour some sugar on me.
C'mon, fire me up.
Pour your sugar on me.
Oh, I can't get enough."

Hermione smirked at Santana, who was shifting uncomfortably and trying to avoid staring at the other girl.

"I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah.

"Listen! Red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!
Crazy little woman in a one man show.
Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love.
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up.

"You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little,
Tease a little more.
Easy operator come a-knockin' on my door.
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet,
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah.
Give a little more.

"Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up."

At this point in the song, her fellow glee clubbers sans the fiery Latina came up to finish the song with her while Sam and Puck put their arms around the girl they had grown so found of.

"Pour some sugar on me.
Ooh, in the name of love.
Pour some sugar on me.
C'mon fire me up.
Pour your sugar on me.
Oh, I can't get enough."

"I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah.

"You got the peaches, I got the cream
Sweet to taste, saccharine.
'Cause I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet
From my head, my head, to my feet.

"Do you take sugar? One lump or two?

"Take a bottle, shake it up.
Break the bubble, break it up."

"Pour some sugar on me.
Ooh, in the name of love.
Pour some sugar on me.
C'mon fire me up.
Pour your sugar on me.
Oh, I can't get enough.
Pour some sugar on me.
Oh, in the name of love.
Pour some sugar on me.
Get it, come get it.
Pour your sugar on me.
Ooh.
Pour some sugar on me.
Yeah! Sugar me!"

"Wow, guys, that was great! Mia, I guess we don't have to worry about you having to make a comeback. You clearly know what you're doing up there!" Mr. Schuester praised ecstatically. He went over a few more ideas with his students before dismissing them a few minutes prior to the end of class.

"San, wait up!" Hermione yelled out, trying to keep up with the other brunette, who quickly made her way to her car. The British teen stopped when she reached the door and groaned in frustration before throwing her arms up in the air. "Women!"

A/N, part II: Hmm, why is Santana being so weird? Anyway, the song in this chapter was Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard.