The door was closed

The door was closed. A doctor was examining Ron and Hermione was sitting on the hard backed chair outside the door. Now that she had time to get her thoughts together a few questions had arose in her mind. Although her memory from last night was a little shaky, she didn't remember how she'd gotten home. The last thing she remembered was a lake and the moon, she had been lying on grass. Not her hard cement doorstep. Her best guess was that Ron had carried her home, which didn't seem likely in his current state. This sickness had just seemed to hit him like a hurricane. He kept carrying on about Harry and Ginny, no word about Draco but then again Ron had never really liked Draco that much. The paper still lay in a bundle on the floor. Work really didn't appeal to her, she'd had so many sick days she didn't know why they kept her. She didn't really care either. The doctor walked out of the room.

"I don't know what it is, some kind of fast moving virus maybe. I'm at a loss."

Hermione stared at him. Was he going to say something else? Something to reassure her? Such as, sure Ron will be fine or, I've got just the cure. He kept staring at her, waiting for her to reply.

"Oh, well, um, when is he going to get better?" she said.

"I'm not sure, you'll just have to keep him as best you can and call someone if it gets any worse."

The doctor looked like he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He waited uncomfortably for her to answer and when she didn't he told her he'd send the bill and apparated away. She walked into Ron's room. He looked white and he was muttering under his breath. He looked at Hermione. She looked back at him.

"Well, what's wrong with you mister genius, you are always saying how whenever you get sick you know EXACTLY what it is."

"I'm going crazy, mad as a cut rattle, Herm, I saw Harry and Ginny, in a muggle hospital." Every word he said his eyes got wider as if he couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth.

He looked up at her expectantly,

"You're right you are going crazy,"

With that she walked out of the room. She felt angry with him for bringing back so many fake feelings of hope. He followed her out, tottering slightly as he walked. At the stairs he half walked half fell down. Well, she wasn't going to help him, he could just get lost. Spreading damn rubbish. She grabbed the pot of tea which was now cold, where was her wand? There was a knock at the door.

"If that's our neighbours wanting sugar AGAIN, they can bloody well forget it."

She yanked the door open with such force that it hit the wall with a crash. There at the door was Draco. She stared at him, her eyes bulging. He had his arm over his eyes so she couldn't quite see them.

"It's me," he said weakly. BANG, she hit him over the head with the teapot and he slunk to the floor.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He yelled. Draco Malfoy, a person who had along with his sister and best friend had been missing for ten years had shown up at the door and Hermione had done her best to kill him.

"What a welcome, Hermione, here's my wand, why don't you finish him off?"

Hermione sat looking harassed. "He deserved it."

"He probably knows where they are Herm, did you think of that?"

He was enraged. Malfoy was on the lounge, out cold. He felt a bit queasy when he looked at him, he put it down to shock.

"Enervate," Malfoy stirred slightly, a few seconds later he was sitting up, holding his head. He groaned loudly.

"Why did you hit me?" he said looking hurt.

Hermione's eyes blazed, "where have you been all these years?"

Ron thought that Malfoy looked a little guilty for a second but then thought it must be a trick of his eyes. He felt a sick swooping feeling in his stomach when Malfoy looked at him.

"You don't need to know that," Malfoy said quietly.

Hermione stood up with a force and started hitting him with her hands balled into fists. At first she just slapped him but then she jumped on him and kept hitting him against the chest. He had fallen on the floor and Hermione was hitting him with all the force she had in her. She yelled in rage.

"Where the hell have you been? Who do you think you are? Not a word for ten years and you won't even tell us where you've been. I hate you, I hate you more than anything. Why did you do it? Why?"

Why? The question lingered in the air. Ron had another question in his mind. Where was Harry and Ginny? He didn't ask because he was too afraid of the answer. Hermione and Draco were having a face off. She had collapsed on the floor. Her hair was all over her face and she was very pale. Between her sobs she kept uttering the same question, why?

Malfoy stood up, he put his hand out to help Hermione but she pushed it away.

"I shouldn't be here, every moment I'm, here hurts you both much more than you can imagine but now that I'm here…"

Draco trailed off and he looked at the window, Ron couldn't see anything. Draco's eyes were fixed on the window. Finally he looked back at Ron. He didn't look at Ron's face but fixed his gaze a little below. Ron felt a little confused, as Draco had never been one to back away from confrontations. Ron chanced a glance at Hermione, she was unconscious. He knelt down and shook her. He looked back up at Malfoy who actually turned upset.

"I shouldn't have come, wanted to say it in person, if only I could have been quicker," his voice sounded desperate. Hermione gave a funny little shudder and Ron turned to see if she was waking up. He hadn't uttered a word since Draco had woken up. He didn't turn around but voiced the question that was on his mind.

"Where is Harry and Ginny?"

He turned to look back at Malfoy but saw nothing, he was gone. Ron knew he should run out of the house and look for him but he felt tired and dizzy. He leaned back on the lounge chair and let the dizzy swirls consume him.

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