It had been a year after Voldemort's demise. Had she know this she would be celebrating. Instead she knew neither of the date nor of her accomplishments. It was sad really. To think such a thing could happen.
Her room consisted of nothing more than a bed and four padded walls and floors that would change to her imagination. She knew little of what she used to know. Spending her time in this room for a year with only one to talk could be a blessing and a annoyance depending on the circumstances. However this was a scenario in which one could never escape forever locked inside their own minds.
The pair that once belonged to a trio had not once in the last year seen outside of their room. It was abnormal compared to normal medical standards were a male and a female (near insane none the less) were put in the same room. However their only hopes in getting their mentality back lied in each other. Harry Potter the male in the room had become insane when he watched his friend that he dearly loved to the point of madness near die.
It was a month after when Hermione had awoken from her coma and realised that Harry was also in the same hospital as her. After finding out his condition and seeing him upon his state she lost it. Tears had crawled down her face like a waterfall creating a never ending river to the floor. She had sank to her knees and before the healers could control her hugged Harry. He had responded with coldness already pre-stiff impossible to stiffen any harder before he relaxed slightly turned never moving his eyes and pushed her away. It was then that she lost it. Running across the magically enlarged room to the corner which she lay in for three days. However the healers knew that until Harry became lucid and Hermione talked to him that they would never be able to leave their room. Unfortunately Harry becoming lucid was rare and had only happened three times in the last year.
During them times his eyes would become unglazed and he would relax before looking around the room before him. The first time he had barely lasted a minute and that was when the door had last been opened and that was to let Hermione in.
However the next two times he would look up and see Hermione and then beat himself up for dreaming about the 'precious and now gone love' before flopping back into his corner.
The bed had not been used by either of the pair. They would stay in opposite corners from each other just about to be able to see each other. Of course being locked inside their heads they barely moved preferring to staying still and muttering under their breaths. Hermione after seeing his first lucid episode after her arrival was comforted slightly in her little world.
Some would wonder why Hermione was still in the unit. She could most things any normal person could however her emotions were unstable and her physical shape to weak from self malnutrition. She had tried a few times to to talk to him but had long ago given up hope on him.
She was fulfilled with despair depression and the eating feeling of unloved. To pass her time she would contradict herself muttering to herself about questions she herself made up and her family which she could no longer remember.
It was during one of these times when she heard a groan. Looking up she found Harry with his head by hung low his eyes unglazed with the slightest of his old twinkle. It was then she started to question herself, surely he couldn't be? Could he? No it would be impossible. Watching him more closely he heard the dry words come out of his unused mouth "Hermione?"
Unsure she got on her knees crawling slowly towards him,"yes Harry?" Struggling to keep her emotions in check.
"Where are we?" His voice now getting more of a tone, "I thought you died."
"I..I don...t know Harry. But we've been here a while."
Suddenly he stiffened his eyes not moving she couldn't take it the emotion tension getting the better of her. She lunged at him cuddling him. He relaxed slightly. Semi-Lucid they cradled for a while a minute a hour there was no way to tell no windows no clock just padded walls.
Suddenly all she wanted to do was get in a bed. Turning towards the unused bed she carried him over.
He was losing grip she could tell but how to regain it she thought desperate needing him more than life itself. Her mind must have worked miles a minute and before long she was kissing him. He wasn't responding and it was dry but his grip onto lucidity held. Soon they fell asleep.
Her head hurt. Her eyes widened before opening. All she remembers was Harry. She looked up and the pain began... The pain was unbelievable she started coughing her eyes not believing what she was seeing he was strangling her against the bed. The only reason not killing her was for the fact the mattress was cushioned. Then faintly as the blackness encompassed her she heard,"you're not Hermione, she died, you're an imposter!"
As she blacked out a single tear ran down her cheek. And her last thought was 'He hates me'
It was a while before she woke or at least she felt that way. She looked around she was alone, most defiantly alone. Questioning herself she tried to stand up using muscles that had not been used in months. Her legs buckled under her weight and she fell half stood up. As her head hit the padded blue floor she blacked out.
When she woke up she felt the welcoming sound of chatter in her brain. The sound of painful love. The same love that made her mental. Knowing better than to try and stand up she conversed with the chattering. Until she realised the question; did Harry hate her?
Surely he didn't after all he seemed to like her. But ahh he did just strangle her. But then again he said she was a imposter. Singing to her brain she walked around in her dream world. Oblivious to the outside world.
Outside her room. The healers were working furiously, trying to figure out a method to make Harry believe Hermione. They had unknowingly to the the pair took action as soon as Harry started to strangle making sure that he could not kill her. There reasoning for not getting in the room was simple. The door could only open when the patient inside was healthy. It was three days later that their work yielded a result...
"Healer Baron?"
"Yes junior?"
"I was thinking about the incident the other day and I was in my training when we came over the potion of 'liquid luck' if we gave that to Hermione when the time is right would it work?"
"Yes and no Junior as you know two well that door can't be opened by anything until the patient is healthy. So unless you propose something else..."
"We know last year Harry had an episode on Halloween and it's nearing Halloween now so if we order the elves to drop a bit in her?
"That is clever but what if he doesn't or if more importantly they don't make contact?"
"Well Healer Baron its risk of getting those two happy and losing a bit of potion what would you chose?"
"Very well if this works I will put this on you're file thank you're insight."
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The night of Halloween
They has been moved back into the same room again, this time the padding on the walls and floor were even more padded. As the night dragged on they sat in there preferred corners. Challenging every thought that came up.
After their tea which was magically implanted into them to stop them having items. Hermione felt much brighter, as if a weight had been lifted her mental chatter stopped and her motions became impeccable. As time passed on she could hear a bit of muttering and the more time abided the more it grew louder until she looked up, it was Harry, he was muttering about something she couldn't remember.
Then suddenly he started crying his muscles rather than becoming stiff became lose and she felt inclined to move towards him. It was more of a impulse than a thought. Still him crying took up her mind the thought alone made her sad but she questioned herself would he call her an imposter again.
Chasing her impulse she moved crawling slowly until she reached him. She inched her arm over towards him. He showed no sign of recognition. She stopped... Sighed, And inched even closer until she was touching.
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Wait aren't you dead?"
"No Harry, if you want I can prove it?"
"What was the hippogriff's name that we rode on in are third year"
The answer popped into her head although she could not remember the time.
"Buckbeak."
"It's really you?" He started crying even harder bawling his heart out. "Hermione do you love me?"
"Yes Harry I always have."
"Come closer."
'He believed her,he actually believed her' Hermione inside was bubbling with joy the mental questioning and chatter forgot about instead her world revolved around Harry. She wonders how she could be so lucky.
"Harry..."
"Hermione..."
"Yes?"
Will you.. Will yo-," she could see the fear in his eyes,
"Say it Harry"
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
The intensity of fear in his eyes grew. She didn't know what to awnser. The mental chatter had returned questioning herself eternally. She stuttered confused, she had felt so free now she felt captured but she blurted out her first thought "Yes"
He didn't seem to be losing grip on reality he seemed focused and sharp and his eyes, the eyes she loved so dearly. They had grown soft with love, the green meeting brown and communicating in their own way.
She could think I little her mind had suddenly gone putty. She felt as if to not hug would be a crime. She could not get out of his embrace it was to warm and welcoming. She wriggled getting closer to him. She looked up to see him looking down, his lips looked so irresistible. As if he could read her thoughts he moved down to the point where there lips meet.
It was bliss pure and utter bliss. Her body turned into liquid and mind became non-existent. They slowly reclined onto the padded floor that was soft, never breaking kiss. Not having the strength to get on the bed. The kiss in her mind never ended.