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For the next six weeks, every three days, Hermione had hydrotherapy sessions. The other two days were spent with a counselor, photo person to restore the faces she saw and a Ministry of Magic official who asked questions that mad Hermione feel intimidated.

She told the photo person she only every saw people in dark cloaks and Lethifolds'. The counselor was frightened at the thought of such things with a student. However, her scowl changed to amazement as Hermione detailed the Patronus and how it had fought off the evil thing. She never heard voices that she knew, never saw faces. The official was disappointed, photo person annoyed and counselor still scared.

Hermione spent her hydrotherapy sessions with Draco or Harry. Harry made her float and sit whilst Draco stripped her naked and kissed her thoroughly everywhere. Harry didn't quite understand how Hermione progressed slowly but Madam Pomfrey assured him that it was because she hadn't walked or moved much it two and a half months.

Harry was dubious but agreed that it was possible. He also figured something else was happening, but as soon as each couple went into the pool the door locked against all curses and spells, no matter how dark.

It was one day with Harry that things fell into place. He was letting Hermione float and he propped her up on the chair. It had meant to be a Draco day but he had some homework to catch up on and she kissed Harry, though slightly more interestingly than she would have kissed anyone else.

"What was that for?" Harry asked. Hermione's eyes opened and she looked at him, frightened.

"I just.I just." she stuttered, lost for words.

"Is that what you do with Draco?"

"No!" she replied quickly. Harry raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Well, maybe I kiss him but he's my boyfriend!" she cried, alarmed.

"Do you sleep with him?" he said quietly. Hermione looked at her toes.

"You do, don't you? How long?" he spoke. His eyes were hurt, and his mouth was turned down.

"Two and a half months? Since this hydrotherapy all started?" he offered. Hermione looked at him, pain written on her face. Harry looked away, he couldn't meet her eyes.

"Harry."

"No, Hermione! I don't want to hear it!" Harry interrupted.

"Let me explain!" she cried. Harry looked at her.

"Fine. Make it short."

"Well, Draco and I have been seeing each other secretly for a few months. I teased him for some time a few months ago, then left him. Since the kidnapping and the rehabilitation, Draco and I have been...closer," she looked down. Harry turned in disgust. The doors unlocked and Madam Pomfrey appeared. She grasped Hermione and placed her in the wheelchair, letting Hermione wheel herself. Harry toweled himself and Madam Pomfrey wrapped a towel around Hermione. They got back to the Hospital Wing and Harry excused Madam Pomfrey.

"Look," he hissed. "I don't like you and...Draco together, but Ron and I agree that if you're happy, we want you happy. If you have to find love in that thing then we'll go along with it. I won't tell Ron about you and Draco and the...intimacy in your relationship. If you want to tell him, tell him, but I won't. I am disgusted but are you using protection?"

"I'm on the pill," Hermione murmured. Harry snorted.

"Yeah, whatever. Just be careful as to what happens with him because he can't always be trusted." Harry walked out of the room and Hermione heaved herself into the bed. She cried herself to sleep, thinking of what had happened.

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A week later, Hermione was allowed out of the Hospital Wing but she was to remain in the wheelchair. If she had any problems, Wingardium Leviosa would work fine. She wheeled around and made good use of her levitation skills. She saw little of Harry and Ron, as her homework was enormous. Draco was a great help but she had limited time to her self.

It was one late afternoon that Hermione decided to go for a wheel to the gardens. She hadn't been outside for nearly four months and she was elated to find an early spring was greeting her. She pushed herself around and admired the flowers. Hermione thought of Hagrid's, but decided against it. A couple of times she had to levitate herself and at one stage dropped down suddenly.

She spilled out of her wheelchair, crying in pain. White hot knives pierced her skin and for an instant she thought the Cruciatus curse gripped her, but it wasn't. She writhed in pain, unbearably sore and aching. She couldn't move, her body stranded in the shade, her wand metres away, and her mind was so racked with pain that she couldn't have cast a spell anyway.

The pain spiraled her into unconsciousness and she drifted away...

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"Hey Ron! Do you know where 'Mione is?" Harry yelled.

"Nope!" came the reply. Harry frowned. Hermione hadn't been seen in a few hours and he was a little worried. He figured she was in a bed with Malfoy somewhere but thought it best to check it out anyway.

He wandered down to the library and saw Draco giving himself a hard time over an assignment.

"You seen Hermione?" Draco asked. Harry looked at him.

"No, I came to ask you," he replied, stunned. Draco looked puzzled.

"Where is she then?" he muttered, half to himself, half to Harry.

"Last I heard she was going for a wander," Harry supplied. Draco looked him again.

"She's been gone a fair while," he mused.

"Dumbledore?"

Draco nodded and the pair followed each other, not talking much more.

"I know about you and her in hydrotherapy." Harry started. Draco looked, put his head back down and kept walking.

"Ron and I have decided that if you make Hermione happy and we can't then she has to live her own life. She isn't our little girl and we can't watch over her, she's old enough now to make her own decisions," he added. "But so help me, Draco, if you hurt one muscle that hurts her, your life will not be worth living."

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A/N: What will happen next?