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2. Meet the Doc.

Hermione's P.O.V

I was awake at six o'clock on the morning of our first therapy session; and yes, that is normal for me. I went downstairs to eat breakfast by myself, whilst coming up the resolution to wake everybody, yes, even the Slytherins', at nine o'clock sharp. In the next three hours I ate, got dressed and read pride and prejudice; I've always loved that book, it's sooo romantic how they don't like each other but it turns out that he's been in love with her for ages and then they get together…sigh… but, anyway; it was time to wake everyone up.

First stop; the Slytherins'

I walked in the room to find a very odd sight before me; the closest bed was occupied by the sleeping figure of Draco Malfoy, the next bed along had a sleeping Blaise Zabini in it, the next bed was empty and the next had Vincent Crabbe sleeping in it. but that was perfectly normal, apart from the empty bed, the strange part was the fact that Gregory Goyle was curled up sleeping on the carpet with a pink sleeping mask on, a blue bunny in his arms (a soft toy, not a live bunny), and he was sucking his thumb… I know, sucking his thumb. I always knew there was something wrong with him. I cackled a bit; this would be a veeeery interesting therapy session.

I tapped Malfoy to try and make him wake up; it didn't work. So I shook him, hard, harder than necessary I think, but whatever; it didn't work anyway. So I came to a decision that should wake everyone in the room up at once.

I screamed; loud. And I mean, really loud. The reaction was actually very amusing.

Blaise sat up in bed and yelled something about how the screaming ghost of manly hood was going to kill him; yeah, I don't know either.

Crabbe flailed around for a while yelling loudly and repeatedly; "where are the chickens?"

Goyle jumped to his feet and started running in circles screaming hysterically; "don't kill the purple fuzzy dinosaurs; they're harmless, harmless I tell you!!"

And Malfoy sat up in bed and clapped a hand over my mouth yelling in a rather gravelly, sexy *screeeeeeech* wait, no, I did not just think that. Draco Malfoy is absolutely not sexy, not one bit.

Then, to make it even better Luna burst into the room screaming "don't let the filleting groobles anywhere near you!"

Behind her followed Ron yelling "what have you done to Hermione?"

Followed by Harry screaming; "where are the death eaters?"

Followed by Ginny who yelled loudly; "SHUT UP!"

Everyone went quiet Ginny spoke again "Hermione, what just happened?"

I prized Malfoys' hand from over my mouth and smiled innocently, "just waking everyone up for the therapy session."

There was a collective groan from the group interrupted by Luna saying happily; "what time was the therapy session again? Cause it's about nine-fifty."

We all stared at her in shock then Malfoy yelled loudly; "ten o'clock" and jumped out of bed, closely followed suit by his friends. I couldn't help but notice that Malfoy was only wearing boxer shorts and that he had a particularly nicely toned chest. Then I realized I was staring and quickly looked away before anyone noticed. Although I could have sworn I saw Zabini smirking at me in a way that sorta said wait till the therapist hears about this! I groaned; silently of course. Then I left everyone to get ready.

Ten minutes later I was sitting in the kitchen with Arthur when the doorbell rang. No one else was downstairs yet, so when Arthur went to get the door I yelled at the top of my lungs; "HEYYY GUYYSS, THE THERAPIST IS HEEEERRRREEE!!" I heard some yells of anger, frustration, confusion, and annoyance echo down the stairs. But within a minute everyone was standing in the kitchen with me; even Malfoy who by the looks of things had been dragged down by his hair. In fact, everyone save me, Goyle and Crabbe (this may have something to do with the fact that they were both still wearing the same shirts as they had to bed and had just put pants on and shaved) looked worse for wear; Ginny's hair was knotted up so much that it was sticking up at a multitude of odd angles, Harry hadn't managed to get a shave in, Ron wasn't wearing any shoes and his hair looked like an orange birds nest, Malfoy's shirt was so hastily buttoned up that he had missed the majority of them and put some buttons in the wrong holes making his shirt completely askew, and Zabini had pulled his tracksuit pants on back to front. This was the sight that greeted our therapist's eyes when he walked into the room.

He looked slightly shocked at the vision in front of him; as well as the personal fashion problems we were all wearing varying degrees of anger, annoyance, embarrassment and dreaminess (Luna) all over our faces. After a few seconds of taking this in he entered the kitchen and cleared his throat before addressing us; "umm, well, my name is Doctor Cross, I am a fully trained psychologist and I will be your, uh, therapist for as long as you need me."

We then introduced ourselves and shook his hands; even Malfoy shook his hand which surprised me.

Then we all sat down around the table with him at the head and he said the magic words; "so, where should we begin?"

All us Gryffindors' pointed straight at Malfoy, all the Slytherins pointed at Harry. The therapist wrote all this down quickly before asking, "So Harry, Draco, tell me, why is everyone pointing at you two?"

They were too busy glaring at each other so I answered for them; "Well, you see, Luna, Ginny, Harry, Ron and I go to boarding school with Malfoy, Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle. We have been enemies since we started school."

He looked a bit shocked and asked "so, are you all the same age then?"

I replied again, "no, Ginny and Luna are 16, the rest of us are 17. When we were eleven we started at our school and became enemies with them," at this I pointed at the Slytherins, "Ginny and Luna came the year after so they've been enemies for a while as well."

"And why, may I ask, are two groups of enemies staying in a house together?"

I didn't know what to say, so I just stared blankly at him, Malfoy spoke instead, "well Cross, you see, we are all being hunted down by a mass murderer who gave potter his scar when he was a baby."

This caused uproar, "Malfoy YOU IDIOT!" that was Harry.

"Way to go D!" of course Zabini would encourage him.

"Does Draco mean Voldemort?" well duh, Goyle.

Ginny was silently fuming, Ron was turning red, Crabbe was staring at his feet and Luna was looking silently at the therapist, who, just for the record, was a delicate shade of puke yellow; interesting. Oh, and I was watching this thinking it was pretty funny but not laughing, well, not out loud anyway.

"so let me get this straight," the therapist looked a bit hesitant, "there are two groups made up by; Draco, Blaise, Gregory and Vincent, and, Hermione, Luna, Ginny, Harry and Ron. You have hated each other since you started at your boarding school and are now trapped in this house because a mass murderer is trying to kill you all."

We all nodded; "well, thank god I have all day." He sighed.

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