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IMPORTANT! This is the SECOND last chapter (i think. If all goes as planned). IF you want a epilogue, let me know. If not, well, then, thats your perogative. Enjoy.

The next few days passed by quickly for Hermione. She was still in the hospital wing, and, still, none of her classmates knew that she was back in the castle. Dumbledore had made an announcement at breakfast Monday morning, stating that she was still with her parents, but would be back soon. The students understood, or, rather, thought they did.

Draco visited her whenever he could, to talk about classes, and to just be with her. She mostly listened to him, but didn't offer much in the way of conversation. Draco understood that she was still unbalanced, and didn't know how to cope, so he tried for the both of them.

Harry and Ron were sitting at the Gryffindor table, eating breakfast. Neither boy was very worried about Hermione, since they knew how close she was to her grandmother. They just hoped that she would be fine by the time she came back.

Ginny sat across from Ron and Harry, listening to them talk about Quidditch. She was only half listening, the other half of her mind on her best friend. Hermione wasn't normally an overly emotional person, and, when she was, was able to control them.

No, Ginny knew that there was something else going on. She just didn't know what, however, she fully intended to find out.

Madame Pomfrey was watching Hermione. Miss Granger was certainly doing better. Physically, she had healed perfectly. Mentally and emotionally she still needed attention. The mediwitch had already talked Dumbledore into flooing a therapist from Saint. Mungos. She just needed to clear it with Hermione.

"Miss Granger." Madame Pomfrey said, startling Hermione out of her homework. The mediwitch bustled towards the bed, and sat on the chair that was usually occupied by Draco. "How are you feeling?"

Hermione looked at the mediwitch, noticing that she seemed..nervous? "I feel fine, Madame."

"Good. I need to ask you something rather important. I need an answer as soon as possible." The mediwitch paused, as if trying to figure out how to ask. "I've contacted a therapist from St. Mungo's. They have agreed to come speak with you, should you wish to talk. I think that it would be best for you to talk to them, to get this incident off your chest."

Hermione looked at the mediwitch, and contemplated her suggestion. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps she would feel better if she told someone about what happened, about how she felt. She knew that Draco would always be there for her, but she couldn't tell him. She was afraid of how he would react, even though he DID see everything that happened, more or less. She knew that he would support her decision to talk to a professional.

"Yes, Madame Pomfrey, I should like to talk to this person. When will they be coming?" Hermione asked.

"I can get the healthwitch, her name is Madame Wilson, here tomorrow, or the day after, if you'd like another day to yourself."

"Tomorrow should be fine. Thank you." Hermione said, giving the mediwitch a wide smile.

"You're welcome, Miss Granger. Lets just hope she can help." And with that, the mediwitch disappeared, to tend to the other students in the hospital wing.

Draco walked into the hospital wing, careful that no one was following him. He didn't want people wondering what he was up to in the hospital wing, and then finding Hermione. That would be all kinds of no good, for either of them.

He walked to Hermione's room, and let himself in. She was sleeping, by the looks of it. She wasn't one for naps, but Draco wasn't worried. He walked over to her bed, kissed her forehead, pulled the blankets over her small body, and left the room.

The next day came too soon for Hermione. She was nervous about talking to someone, but determined to, well, to move on, really. She was sick and tired of feeling like nothing, when it was obvious that she DID have someone that cared for her. Draco had made it obvious that he cared about her, he may even love her. Time would only tell.

Hermione had just finished breakfast, when there was a knock at her door. Madame Pomfrey let herself in, and was followed by a short plump witch. Her dark hair was tied back away from her face, and her eyes seemed to shine kindness. So this was Madame Wilson. She looked at Hermione, and smiled.

"Miss Granger. This is Madame Wilson, from St. Mungos. She will be here for the day, to talk to you, as we agreed yesterday. If you need anything, just give me a shout. Good luck." Madame Pomfrey said, and left the room, her robes billowing behind her.

"Good morning, Miss Granger. How are you today?" the witch asked, pulling up a chair beside the bed.

"I've been better, but I'm not too bad." Hermione replied, noting that the witch had a voice like velvet, soft and sleek.

'Excellent. Now, I've been told that you have had a serious trauma, but refuse to talk about it. I'm here so that you can tell someone that you don't know, as someone who can help. Will you talk to me?" Madame Wilson asked.

"Ah. Yes. I will. I'm sick and tired of feeling like this. I just hope you can help." Hermione said, pulling the blankets higher over her body.

"That's what I'm here from, my dear." Madame Wilson smiled.

Draco walked into the hospital wing, after class, to see how Hermione was doing. He was going through Hermione-deprivation, since he didn't get to see her the day before. She was sleeping when he came to visit, and after dinner, he just had too much homework to catch up on to take the time to see her. He wanted to, but Pansy cornered him, and more or less demanded that they do their essays together. He had had no choice but to agree. He couldn't very well tell her that he needed to go see Hermione.

Draco was just outside of Hermione's room, when he was viciously pulled backwards by his elbow. He spun around, intending to hex whoever pulled him back, when he saw that it was Madame Pomfrey.

'Mister. Malfoy, forgive me, but you are not allowed in there at the moment. Miss Granger is with another nurse, and it is imperative that they are not disturbed." Madame Pomfrey whispered, steering him away.

'Do you know when I can come see her again?" Draco asked, put out that he still couldn't get his Hermione fix.

"Come after dinner, to see what the situation is then." The witch said, finally letting go of his elbow.

Hermione sat up, and wiped the tears from her face. She looked at Madame Wilson, Maggie, and smiled.

"You are an angel, Madame Wilson. Thank you so much. For everything." Hermione said, smiling at the witch again.

"Don't even worry about it, my dear. You have no idea how happy I am that we could have this talk, and that we were considerably successful." The mediwitch said, patting Hermione on the shoulder.

"I am too, Madame. I am too." Hermione whispered.

"You know, Miss granger, you are an incredibly smart and gifted witch. Have you considered something in the lines of a mediwitch?"

"I have, and now that I've met you, and have seen what kind of help you, and others like you, are, I am defiantly going to look into it more thoroughly." Hermione said, smiling still.

'Good. We could use someone with as much intelligence as you." Madame Wilson said. She looked at her watch with shock. "Now, my dear, I'm afraid that I must be off. I'm expected back at the hospital, to make a report. If you ever need to talk, just give me a floo, or an owl. Don't be shy about it either!"

"I wont. Thank you again, Madame." Hermione said.

Madame Wilson bustled out of Hermione's room, and was replaced by Madame Pomfrey moments later.

"I hear that you are feeling better, miss granger" Hermione nodded. "I've also been informed that you are looking to study for a placement as a mediwitch. Correct?"

Hermione nodded again.

"Excellent. You've got more brains then we've seen in years. I'll have to talk to Dumbledore about this, but how would you like to have a mini-apprenticeship here with me? I know that I could use the help." Madame Pomfrey said, fluttering around the room.

"Oh. That would be wonderful!" Hermione said, excitement coursing through her.

"I'll talk to the Headmaster. Now, Mister Malfoy is here to see you. Ill send him right in." And with that, the mediwitch left.

Hermione waited as Draco walked in, a little hesitantly. Hermione looked up at him, her prince, and smiled. A true smile.

Draco watched his angel smiling. Her first real smile since the picnic, all that time ago. Draco felt relief course through him. Now, now he knew that she would be fine. His angel was okay again.