AN: Yay a new chapter up! Thanks for reading

Disclaimer: Hopefully you've realized I am sadly not JK Rowling and I do no intend to be mistaken for her.

And thank you to Dreamless Love for beta-ing!

The light poured in through the window and the light was on, they had had a staff member check on her in the middle of the light. This morning Hermione wasn't scared of the white room. This doesn't mean she accepted it, it meant that she wanted to rip it to shreds.

She stared at the floor seeing the spot where she had collapsed yesterday and she woke up in this bed. Normally this would have bothered her and she would want to know exactly what had happened. But today Hermione didn't care, not one bit, in fact she was tired of caring altogether. All she knew was that at this moment she was in this bed, in the white room.

She thought the room was white yesterday but now she thought of it as bleach because it was draining the color and happiness away from her. This hospital was supposed to make her better, not worse. Although when she realized that if she was at home the only difference that would make is that she would be in a familiar place. That place would offer some comfort, but not much more. The feeling of knowing you are home doesn't matter when you are depressed and alone. She would probably have more company in this hospital.

So she continued to stare at the slightly open door, watching as the occasional healer walked by, in their bright St. Mungo's uniforms showing up against every thing else. She just wanted out, on everything this hospital, this room, even life.

She then moved to wonder about Harry, Ginny and the whole Weasley family. Where were they? Why haven't they come? What she didn't know is that they did in fact truly care about her and wanted her well. And that they were waiting to visit her.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Hermione called sarcastically, not even caring.

"Healer Greenburg," he said, "and we have decided that we are going to put you on a potion that will control anger and another that will control depression, and I think it would be wise to move you to another room."

"Where is my wand?"

"Are you even listening? This is important, Ms Granger."

"I want to know where the bloody hell my wand is!" she practically screamed.

"Your wand was not with you when you were brought in, and with your recent mental state it would be unwise to give you a new one," he said calmly. "Now, were you listening?"

"Yes, potions, depression, anger, blah blah blah." She forced herself to ask, "Are there an visitors?" she winced, expecting a 'no'.

"There were people here, but after a week they were told to go home and that you might never wake up."

"Who?" Hermione asked.

"Harry Potter, and the Weasley family."

"All?"

"Yes all of them"

"Do they know I'm awake?"

"You see, after hearing that you might never wake up, they left. Some of them are out of the country you see and there is only one who could take care of you-"

"Who?" she cut she cut in impatiently.

"They thought it would be best if they explained it themselves, they will be here later today for a visit," he explained.

"When?" she nearly shouted, getting aggravated.

"Probably around 10:00 this morning," he replied.

"Fine."

"A healer will come in and give you your potions now. Please do not resist, or it will be given by force," he said. She merely nodded.

He left the room, just as a trainee came to give her the potions.

"Here you go," she said handing Hermione the potion. Hermione winced as the potion went down her throat- it was worse than any other potion she had ever taken and now she would have to take them daily.

"And the other one," she handed over the potion, making sure Hermione was drinking them. When she finished, the trainee picked up the empty glasses and walked out of the room.

She stared at the clock; they had replaced the one she had broken. It was five past ten and no one was here. Did the doctors just lie to me to make me feel better figuring I'd forget? she wondered, her chest tightening at the thought.

A person walked through the door; Hermione sat up recognizing them, but not knowing who they were. He had red hair and blue-green eyes, and was fairly tall. She had met this person before. He was older than Ron, by a year or two maybe?

Fred Weasley! That is who it is. He has a twin, she remembered. And all the memories came flooding back.

"Hermione?" he asked cautiously, to see how bad her mental state was.

"Fred?" she said confused. "Why are you here?"

"I am going to take care of you now, Hermione," he informed her.

"Why you?" she asked.

"My parents went away, on a vacation for a year to try to adjust to life now that Ron is dead, Fleur is pregnant and she and Bill are at shell cottage. George married Alicia right after the war. Percy is busy with the Ministry, Harry and Ginny are back at Hogwarts for their final year-"

"Why can't I go back to Hogwarts?" she interrupted.

"Your mental condition. And Charlie is in Romania. Ron would kill me if he knew that you were in a hospital for a year or more," he explained.

"So I'm charity, and you feel guilty that he's dead. Well, I'd rather live here in this horrible room than be charity!" she shouted at him, and he cringed.

"No! That isn't what I meant Hermione, I want to take care of you. I'd hate to be locked up in this white room – I'd go crazy as well," he said quickly, hoping that he wasn't going to get yelled at.

"So you feel bad for me, and pity me then," she cried.

"No, look Hermione, whatever I say, you'll find fault with. So do you want to stay in this hospital for a year, or do you want to come home with me? I have a guest bedroom that's all ready for you."

"It isn't all white is it?" she asked, dreading the fact that she might have to spend more time in a white room.

" No, of course not," he reassured her.

"Okay," she said after a moment of thinking, barely above a whisper.

AN: My secret plan has been unveiled! It's a Fred/Hermione fic! (hopefully this won't make you stop reading)

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