Hermione Granger sat stiffly in the corner of the grimy cell. The soft patter of rain echoed around the small room, disrupting the usual silence.
Habitually, her eyes were planted on the metal door. The silver exit that locked her from the rest of the world; from her freedom.
How long had it been? She knew, she had counted. 1528 miserable days in the cell, her room as they had called it. She couldn't help but sneer wryly. This wasn't her room, she still remembered her room. Shades of light blue, complimenting the scarlet sheets and curtains. With the large oak bookshelf in the corner, and the neat row of pictures that hung on the wall.
"I know my room! This isn't my room! I know my room!"
She quietened down. She didn't expect a reply, because they never did answer. She resumed her gaze as the rhythm of rain grew louder, wilder. As always, raindrops fell on her head from the only source of light. A small barred window. The window that allowed her some acquaintance of the outside world, the window that gave her the time.
"Rain. I like rain."
She giggled and clapped her hands in delight. She loved the rain. So harsh, yet so comforting.
"I love you, rain!"
Hermione stood up and stumbled over to the stool on the other side of the room. Picking it up, she brought it back to where the window was, and climbed on top of it. Clutching the bars, she stared happily out of the window, feeling the spray of water on her face, and staring at the brick wall a few metres away. It was the only view she had. A mossy, red brick wall.
"I love you, wall!"
"I love you Draco!"
Her head snapped around.
"Who said that?"
Her eyes scanned the room. Looking for the person who had said it, but there was nobody there, nobody who had said it.
"I don't want to leave you!"
"Who said that?"
Hermione got down from the stool, she walked around, eyes in front of her, grasping wildly for the person that wasn't there.
"I want to live with you too!"
"Who's saying it?"
Her frustrated scream echoed around the room.
"I'd love to marry you!"
"Who is it? Who are you?"
"I thought you loved me!"
"Stop it! Leave me alone!"
Hermione walked over to the metal door.
"Help me! There's someone here! Help me!"
Her pale fists pounded against the heavy door.
"I hate you!"
"Help me! Help me!"
Her desperate wails filled the still room as her pounding became more insistent.
"I hate you, Draco!"
"Help me! Please! Someone help me!"
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."
The newly hired nurse at MAM, Mental Asylum for the Magical, stared at her boss quizzically as she heard the poundings coming from Cell 372.
"It's just Granger. She's been in there for more than four years."
"What happened to her?"
"From what I heard, she's the one that killed Draco Malfoy. Apparently, he cheated on her. She was talking to herself when they found her beside the body. All cheerful and giggly. I personally think she should get the Dementor's Kiss, but Harry Potter insisted that she be put here instead."
"The Minister himself requested she be put here?"
"As a matter of fact, she used to be his best friend. I reckon that's why the Ministry hushed up the whole Malfoy murder. Come one now, we still have to visit the Longbottoms."
The young nurse gave one last look at the now quiet cell before following the Head Nurse down the white hallway.