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a/n- I just wanted to say thank you to all of you. I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

Chapter 3-

While Harry was talking to Hermione, Fleur made her way to the kitchen to start on lunch. She couldn't not believe all that happened to Hermione. How could someone so strong become so broken? How could she and Harry fix this? They had to fix it, fix her. She deserved to be happy. Fleur quickly looked through the pantry and the refrigerator trying to figure out what she could whip together last minute. 'I wonder if Hermione will eat a sandwich?' she thought as she grabbed what she needed. Fleur was just about finished when Harry and Hermione came walking into the kitchen.

Seeing the shock on Fleur's face Harry said, "Hermione wanted a change in scenery so we decided to have lunch in the kitchen. I was thinking that after lunch we could all head to the library. What do you say Hermione? I don't think you have ever been in the Black Family Library."

Hermione managed to have a small smile on her face when she heard this. Both Fleur and Harry gave a little sigh in relief at seeing it. It looked like the old Hermione was coming back to them. Fleur motioned for everyone to take a seat as she put out the sandwiches and crisps. They both watched Hermione, praying that she ate something. Seeing that there was going to be no argument they all tucked in and ate in a companionable silence. Hermione ate at least half of her meal before stating that she was finished. "You two finish your meal, I'm just going to go into the library." She said as she got up from the table.

"Hermione, before you go you need to drink this." Harry said as he pushed the potion towards her, causing her to frown. "Don't give me that look Mione," replied Harry, "Healers orders. It was the only way I could get him to agree to release you."

"Fiiinnee." Replied Hermione as she grabbed it and quickly guzzled it. She made a face at the horrible tasted and said, "Happy?"

This brought a smile to Harry's face and made him chuckle as he replied, "Yup!" He was so happy to see the Hermione he once knew shining through. When he looked over at Fleur, he saw she was shaking her head and had just as big as a smile on her face. Harry watched Hermione walk out of the room before he asked, "Should we be worried about her being alone in the Library?"

Fleur shook her head and said, "I don't think so. There shouldn't be anything for her to get into trouble with." Harry started to clear away the plates and Fleur started to clean the kitchen when they heard a loud crack come from the library. "Harry, did you remember to take Hermione's wand?"

Harry paled at this and replied, "No, I thought you did." They both dropped what they were doing and ran for the library to find it was empty. "Dammit!"

Somewhere in London-

Hermione apparated herself into a deserted alley. She need to find her next fix and fast. "Where does he usually go?" she mumbled as she made her way towards the seedier part of town. Slowly she made her way down the street and found what she was looking for. 'That was quick' she thought. Next stop was the packing store to pick up some scotch. She only bought a couple bottles for now, thinking that it would be easier for her to hide them. Once she was all set she quickly made her way back to the alley and shrunk the bottles. 'Just one quick hit before I head back.' she thought. She quickly did a couple of lines and apparated to the park just across the street from Grimmauld Place. Now all she needed to do was figure out how she was going to get everything back into the house and keep it hidden.

Harry and Fleur were franticly trying to put together a plan to find Hermione. Harry could not believe he was so stupid. He thought his talk helped her a little. Just enough to help her start to see the truth again. "Dammit!" he growled and he slammed his fists down on the desk in his study causing Fleur to jump.

"We will find her Harry. This isn't your fault. I thought she was somewhat better as well. I thought I saw the same thing you did." Fleur gently replied.

"I should have put some type of tracking charm on her. How could I be so naive?" he said as he pushed his fingers through his hair, making it stand on end.

Fleur went over to him and put a soft hand on his shoulder and said, "We will find her. Let start with heading out the front door. We can go from there." Harry gave her a nod as his shoulders dropped. Just as they were about to leave the study, they heard the front door open and close. They ran for the door, Harry being the first one to reach it, and burst into the hallway.

Hermione looked up at the commotion. Everyone stood stock still for a moment before Hermione made a bee line for her rooms and quickly cast several wards and charms preventing anyone from coming in. Just as she cast the last one she jumped back when Harry started banging on the door. "Hermione! Open the door!"

"Go away Harry! Leave me alone!" She replied as she was looking for a place to hide her stash. She felt someone starting to dismantle her wards and she growled. How could she forget that Fleur was a trained curse breaker. She managed to hide her stash in a hollowed poster on the bed, and quickly enlarged one of the bottles of scotch while hiding the other under a loose floor board next to the bed.

By the time Fleur got the wards down completely, Hermione managed to finish most of the bottle before falling to the floor, hitting her head and knocking her out cold. Fleur and Harry burst through the door just as they heard the thud. They ran over to her and started checking her vitals while on their knees. "She just out cold." Harry said as he fell to his arse.

Fleur managed to roll Hermione onto her side in case she got sick and put her head in her lap. She was stoking Hermione's hair while she asked, "Should we contact anyone? I know she doesn't want anyone to know, but there has to be someone who could help us. And no, I am not talking about the Weasley's."

Harry pushed his fingers through his already messy hair and said, "I think you are right. About both things, and I think I know just who to call. I'll be right back."

Fleur tried to ask who, but Harry was gone before she could even utter a breath. Fleur just shook her head at this and quietly said, "Ce qui est arrivé à vous ma petite lionne? What has happened to you my little lioness?" After a few minutes of whispering in her ear, Fleur managed to pick her up and get her into bed. About 20 minutes later Harry came back into the room. With Minerva McGonagall. "What?" asked Fleur as she tried to shift Hermione off of her, but found she was trapped.

"None of that Fleur. From my understanding, the only time Miss Granger is able to sleep properly is when she is in your arms." Minerva made her way to the bed to check on her favorite pupil. Her heart bottomed out at the sight. "Do you want me to contact Poppy?" she quietly asked. Harry was surprised to see a lone tear travel down the stern professor's cheek.

He walked over to her and put his hand on her arm and said, "If you think she could help. I could otherwise contact the healer who helped us while at St. Mungo's."

"Let's see what Poppy has to say before you do that. Miss Granger may just need rest. You will need to tell her everything that happened." She waited for Harry's approval before going to make the call.

Fleur waited for her to be out of ear shot and said, "Harry, she might not know how to treat her. I know she did those muggle drugs. I can tell, and I think there are more stashed around here. They can't be far; she wouldn't have enough time to hide them anywhere else."

Harry quickly summoned her stash, and was surprised at how much she had gotten in such a short amount of time. He felt is heart breaking all over again as he went to the bathroom to flush everything. He walked back into the bedroom just as Madame Pomfrey came into the room. "Mister Potter."

"Perhaps we could be on first name basis from now on Madame Pomfrey. I have spent quite a lot of time in your infirmary after all." He replied with a genuine smile. It felt like he hasn't smiled in days.

"Of course Harry. Now, tell me what has happened to Miss Granger." She asked as she walked over to the bed. Fleur had managed to untangle herself and went to stand by Harry and Minerva. Harry saw the grief written all over her face and put his arm around his shoulders. He quickly went into detail about all that had happened over the last few days. By the time he finished, he felt empty inside. "Minerva is right. The only thing we can do for her right now is to let her rest. The healer was right about her not being able to do those drugs or drink while on the prescribed potions. It has put her into a deep sleep. Essentially a mini coma. We will know more in a couple of days." Poppy saw that Harry and Fleur looked crushed. "None of this is any of your fault. The problem with addiction is people lie. They will lull you into a false security and then as soon as you let your guard down they make a run for it. This was going to happen sooner or later, and most likely she will attempt it again. I need to be getting back. If you need anything, you both know how to reach me. I expect regular updates from the two of you. I will come back in a couple of days to check on her." Poppy walked over to the two and said, "Try to get some rest. You will need your strength for what is to come. Minerva, could I have a word with you in private before I leave?"

"Of course Poppy, I'll walk you to the floo." The two witches quickly left the room.

Harry and Fleur both walked over to the bed and just stood there silently watching Hermione. After several minutes Fleur turned to Harry and said, "Aren't you having a certain wizard over tonight?"

"Shite! I completely forgot about that. I'll go and cancel." Harry went to run out of the room but was stopped as Fleur basically clotheslined him. "What was that for?" he asked as he was coughing and trying to catch his breath.

"You will do no such thing Harry Potter! Now Hermione will be out for a couple of days, and you need someone else to lean on right now besides me."

"But…"

"No but's. Now go get ready. I will stay here with Hermione." Fleur interrupted with her hands on her hips.

Harry knew he was defeated but decided to try anyway, "I can't leave her like this. Besides, who are you going to reach out to?"

"Don't you worry about me. I will reach out to my family. Plus, there is always Minerva." Fleur went to the other side of the bed and started pushing him out of the room. "Go. You need a shower Potter. You can't be smelly for your date now can you? Besides, you may just get lucky." She said with a smirk as she pushed him out the door and slammed it shut.

Shaking his head, he turned and went to walk down to his room and ended up walking right into Minerva. "I'm sorry Professor, I didn't see your there." He said quickly scrambling back.

Minerva gave him a smile, which made him do a double take. "I believe after all that has happened, you can call me Minerva. Now, I believe I heard something about you having a date?"

Harry was a little uncomfortable with where this conversation was going but answered, "Yes. He will be here in about an hour."

Minerva lifted her brow at this. Oh she knew who the date was with alright. She saw everything that happened at Hogwarts, but never said a word. "I'll leave you to it." She left him standing there with his jaw hanging down to the floor.

He sniffed and thought, 'Could this get any weirder?'. He gave a snort and said, "She's right, I really do stink," as he started walking towards his room's.

Minerva quietly closed the door and made her way over to Hermione's side. She saw Fleur sitting in a chair next to the bed, holding her hand and asked, "Have you told her how you feel?"

Fleur looked like a fish out of water, making Minerva laugh. "How did you know?"

"I see things dear. I have been a teacher for quite some time." She waited for that statement to sink in before adding, "Just do me one favor."

Fleur managed to close her mouth and replied, "What would that be?"

Minerva grabbed her free hand and said, "Promise that you'll take care of her. And that she will return in the fall to Hogwarts, either to finish school, or to start her studies as an associate professor."

Fleur gave her hand a squeeze and said, "Always. She is my life Minerva. But you already knew that."

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"I have nothing to wear" grumbled Harry as he was looking through his closet. "I should have cancelled."

Harry tossed a shirt over his shoulder and he heard,

"Oofff." Harry turned and saw Fleur taking the shirt off her face.

"Sorry." He grumbled. "I have nothing to wear Fleur, I should have cancelled."

"You already said that Harry." She smirked as she pushed him out of the way to look at what she had to work with.

"Wait, why aren't you with Hermione?"

"There is nothing to worry about Harry, Minerva is with her. Here, put these on." Fleur handed him a pair of relaxed fit jeans, a dark green polo shirt, and a white tee shirt to wear underneath it. "Relax Harry, the green will bring out the color of your eyes. I don't know why you're so nervous." Harry changed behind the door and stepped out for Fleur's approval. Fleur gave a whistle of approval and said, "If you weren't gay Potter. Wait, that would have to go for me too."

Harry shoved her with his shoulder just as the doorbell rang. "Crap!" he said as he jumped about 4 feet off the ground.

"Seriously Potter, you need to relax. I'll get the door, come down in about 2 minutes." He started pacing back and forth, trying to settle his nerves, but they seemed to grow when he heard, "Bonsoir. Come on in, he will be down in a moment." After his 2 minutes was up, he went to check on Hermione before heading down stairs. He passed Fleur on the stairs and she gave him a wink.

As he got closer to the bottom of the stairs he saw the top of a certain tall blonde's head. He rounded the corner and looked straight on the blonde's grey eyes. "Hey." He wanted to go over and give him a hug, but was unsure.

The blonde smiled back and said, "Hey yourself." Harry was having a hard time believing that Draco Malfoy was standing in his hallway. Everyone thought the two were mortal enemies while at Hogwarts. The truth of it was they were actually lovers since their third year, and spent his time during the war as a spy. "When did Fleur move in?" asked Draco.

"A few weeks ago. Let's head into the parlor. Would you care for a drink?" Harry said as he motioned for Draco to come through.

"I could go for a glass. Do you happen to have any fire whiskey?" asked Draco as he was following Harry. He saw Harry stiffen at the question and asked, "What's wrong Harry?" Draco took two giant steps and put his hand on Harry's arm to stop him from going any further. "What's happened?" Draco was getting a little concerned. He has only seen Harry like this when something terrible has happened to someone he cares about. He pulled Harry over to the sofa and asked again what was the matter. Harry just sat there in silence, debating with himself if he should tell Draco what is really going on.

"It's Hermione." He whispered. Draco grabbed his hand to offer him some support, urging him elaborate. "It turns out that she has been having some trouble since the war ended."

"Okay…"

"The nightmares are about your aunt and what happened at the manor. Well, most of them anyway." Draco cursed under his breath. He himself still suffered from some nightmares of the witch. "What else is going on Harry. I know you aren't telling me everything."

Draco saw tears starting to form in his eyes as he replied, "She had started drinking. To try and stop the nightmares. When that stopped working, she turned to drugs. Muggle drugs. She said she didn't want to feel pain anymore and didn't want to close her eyes. Before the war really started she obliviated her parent's and sent them to Australia to protect them. But that didn't work. A group of death eaters found them anyway. They were raped, tortured, and murdered. To make sure she knew about it, they photographed the entire thing and somehow sent them to her. We got them while on the hunt around Christmas. The other night I was worried about her, so I placed this alert me charm on her. When it went off, Fleur and I went searching for her at her parent's house. We found her in the bathroom. She overdosed and managed to crack her head open. The healer from St Mungo's said she was lucky. If we waited any longer, she wouldn't have made it." Harry had tears running down his face by the time he finished telling Draco everything that was going on.

Draco took him in his arms and held him close. He knew that Harry has been trying to be the hero and be the rock for everyone to lean on. "Who else knows?" asked Draco in a soft and soothing tone.

"Ron Weasley. He showed up here this afternoon looking for me. I tried to get rid of him, but Hermione had a nightmare and tried running for it. She fell down the stairs. He started screaming, demanding we tell him what was going on, and what we did to his girl." This last statement earned a snort. "Hermione was freaking out. I mean, it was something beyond panic. I ended up hitting him and breaking his nose, before I stunned him. Fleur and I managed to get Hermione to take a calming draught and while Fleur took her upstairs, I tied him to a chair. We both know what he is like with his temper. He just won't listen to reason. I ended up banishing him from not only this house but all of my properties and forbid him from contacting anyone under the protection of either of my houses."

Draco held him close as he broke down. He had been trying to be strong for so long. "Harry, did Hermione accept you as her protector? Did you make her a vassal of your houses?" Harry nodded his head, unable to speak for the moment. "Charles" called Draco.

A house elf wearing what looked like to be a uniform based on her majesties royal marines that had both the Potter crest and Black crest embroidered on it. Before Harry had moved in, he had Kreacher retire, and brought in one of his elves from Potter Manor. Kreacher was not freed, but allowed to stay at any of the Black properties as long as he kept to himself. "You called Master Draco?"

"Please bring us a few glasses of fire whiskey. I know Uncle Sirius had a few bottles stashed around the house. Check the study." Harry started to argue, but was quickly stopped when Draco said, "Don't worry Harry, it's just one drink. From the sound of it, you need it. Shite, I believe Fleur needs a drink as well." He waited for Charles to come back with the whiskey and for Harry to have a long ship before asking, "What else happened today?"

"Fleur had a long chat with Hermione. I did as well. I told her that I want to be her brother. We managed to get her to eat some lunch. Than plan was for all of us to spend the day in the library afterwards. She finished before we did and said that she would meet us in there. She ended up leaving, I can only assume she traveled to some place here in London. She had to meet up with a drug dealer. When she walked back in the door, she froze. I went to run after her, but she was quicker. She managed to make it up the stairs, lock and ward her doors before we got here. Thankfully Fleur is an experience Curse Breaker and was able to take down the wards quickly. Unfortunately, it wasn't quick enough. By the time we reached her, she had passed out. She is upstairs right now in a mini coma from the combination of the potions she is on, and the drugs and scotch."

"Harry," replied Draco, "None of this is your fault. You have done everything you could. I can only assume you already told her that you would stand by her and support her, just as she has done for you all those years."

Harry took a swallowed a large mouthful of whiskey before saying, "You know me so well Malfoy." They slipped into a companionable silence while finishing their glasses.

Reaching a decision, Draco stood and took Harry by the hand. "Look, let's cancel dinner for tonight. I know you want to be by her side. Let me make a quick call to my mother to let her know that I won't be back for a few nights. Don't worry, I won't tell her what is going on. I will only be a moment." He brought Harry's hand to his mouth and lightly kissed his knuckles before walking to the study to use the floo. Just as Harry was finishing his drink, Draco came walking back in and said, "All set. Let's head upstairs, shall we?"

Harry took his hand and began to lead him up the stairs. As they got to the second floor landing, Draco ran into a barrier. "Sorry. I forgot about that. I, Harry James Potter Black do hereby give permission for Draco Lucius Malfoy to enter all family apartments. So Mote It Be." The wall instantly dropped and Draco was able to walk through and shot Harry a questioning look. "I had to restrict who was allowed on the second floor when Fleur moved in. Ron kept trying to hit on her. He managed to get into her bedroom a couple of times."

Draco lifted a brow and as his confusion shone on his face asked, "Isn't she a lesbian?"

"Yes. He thinks he can turn her, that this is just some phase. All it would take was one night in bed." Replied Harry with a shrug of his shoulders.

"What an idiot. Doesn't he realize that this isn't a choice for us? That we were born this way?"

Harry gave him a look and replied, "Did you really just ask if Ron Weasley was an idiot?"

"I see your point Potter." Draco said with a smirk.

They reached Hermione's room at the end of the hall and before they went in Harry said, "I should warn you of something. Minerva McGonagall is here as well." Draco bow slightly and held his arm out to motion Harry to go first. As Harry walked by him he smacked the back of Draco's head before opening the door, causing him to almost fall right on his face.

Fleur and Minerva gave them a questioning look. Harry walked in first and saw that Fleur was seated on Hermione's right side, while Minerva was pacing back and forth. "Is everything ok Harry?" asked Fleur, but the look she gave him was wanting to ask if his date was going ok.

"Everything is fine Fleur." Replied Draco as he stepped out from behind Harry. "I knew that Potter here wouldn't be able to concentrating on anything when Granger was up here like this. I figured we could come and keep you all company."

This made Fleur smile. It showed her how much Draco really did care for Harry. Now they just had to make Harry see that. Knowing that Fleur was about to try and ask some very embarrassing questions he asked, "How is she doing?"

Fleur knew he was purposely trying to change the subject and replied, "Still the same."

"If either of you are interested, Draco had Charles find a bottle of fire whiskey. I know we don't want to keep it in the house, but I will admit he was right. The glass I had, did help a little with settling my nerves." Harry said as he surveyed the room. As if commanded, the open bottle and four glasses appeared on a small table by the door.

Minerva was the first to walk over and poured not only herself a large glass, but poured for the others as well. Fleur was about to take a sip when Hermione started tossing and turning. She tried to mumble something, but no one caught it. "What's happening?" asked Draco and he went to Harry's side.

Minerva put her glass down and as she was walking to Hermione's side said, "I'm not sure. I fear she is having another nightmare, but because of the circumstances she is unable to wake."

Harry and Fleur paled at this. "Do you mean to tell me that she is stuck? That she is being forced to relive all that has happened?" Fleur quietly asked as she grabbed Hermione's hand with both of her own, and started rubbing the top of it with her thumbs.

"I can't say for sure, not without looking into her mind." Replied Minerva. Everyone in the room saw the worry written all over her face.

"Harry or Draco, open her eyes for me." Said Fleur with a matter of fact tone that brokered no argument.

"Fleur, I really must pro…" replied Minerva but was stopped instantly as she saw that Fleur's eyes were black.

"My mate is in trouble. Do not try to step in between us Dame McGonagall."

Minerva motioned for Harry and Draco to stay put. "Miss Delacour, do you realize what you are asking us? I'm sorry, but I cannot let you do this." Fleur pulsed her magic in anger. Ignoring this, Minerva continued, "Not only will you be at risk, but it would violate her privacy. If you truly care for her, you will not do this."

"Fleur, she is right. Please see reason. I want to help her just as much as you do" begged Harry.

Fleur shoulders slumped and she fell back into the chair as the tears began to fall. "I can't just sit here and do nothing." Hermione was basically thrashing at this point. Fleur crawled onto the bed behind her, and pulled her into her arms. The thrashing seemed to lessen a bit, but did not stop completely. Fleur started to whisper comforting words in French to her and this seemed to do the trick. Not too long after, she seemed to slip back into a peaceful slumber.

"Harry, I thought you said she was in a coma?" Draco softly asked as he put his arm around Harry's shoulders.

"It's more like a deep sleep. A very deep sleep." Minerva transfigured one of the chairs into a loveseat for the two before moving the second chair closer to the bed and taking a seat herself. No one said it, but they all knew that they weren't going anywhere for a while.
Edited: 11/19/2017