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Harry coughed violently, splattering a small amount of blood on the table and grimacing as he saw it.
"You really should go see a mediwitch, you know," Hermione commented, handing him a box of tissues and a glass of water.
"I know, I know. I just haven't had time..."
"Oh, come on Harry. You know that excuse is complete rubbish."
"I just don't feel like going out, okay?"
"You were out for a long time yesterday. What were you doing?"
"...Shopping."
Hermione sighed.
"Harry, you know hiding around in your house won't do anything. Draco's gone. He's been gone for almost a year now. It's time to let it go."
"Hermione."
"What?"
"There's something I have to tell you."
"What?"
Harry bit his lip, debating whether or not to tell her.
"I met him yesterday."
"You what? Met him? Harry, what are you-"
"I didn't really meet him; it was more of a spirit... But it wasn't a ghost. You could touch him and he could touch things... Hermione, I held his hand..."
Hermione looked uncertain.
"Harry, I don't know. Maybe you ate something or someone gave you a potion by mistake. It's all very unlikely..."
"I know. But I've got to trust him, right?"
"Only you can answer that one, mate," said a voice, and Harry turned to see Ron standing in the doorway looking thoughtful.
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