Mental-Chapter 9

Harry Potter and Hermione Granger sat on there bed in there room at Saint Bart's Mental Institution for the Insane and Mentally Unstable. Harry let out a sigh, "Do you think we'll ever get out of here?"

"Well, we would have if someone didn't tell the doctor's that witchcraft and wizardry is our religion after being in here for months!"

"What, I'm sorry. This place is just driving me mad!"

"For good reason, Harry, everyone here besides us is mad!"

Harry let out a breath slowly, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright Harry."

"What's going to happen to us when we get out.. Or if.. If they never find a loophole to free us?"

"I.. I don't know, Harry. Let's hope we never have to find out. Lupin, Tonks and Ron will find a way to get us out.. I know so, more like hope so."

"Do you think Ron's happy without us in his new life with his wife?"

"I hope so, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Will we stay together when we leave here.. Or.. Or.. Or is this all just a charade we've been fooling ourselves with?"

"Well, at first it was, but now.. Now… I.. I.. I love you more then I ever have before. I don't know if its our new closeness or being thrust into this situation, but.. Do you think we have a future beyond this?"

"I hope so. I hope Ron doesn't take it all the wrong way."

"I know."

"Do you think he thinks we abandoned him?"

"He was happy away from us when we were there as well. I hope he's just too busy with his new.. Well old now, married life."

"Me too."

Already sitting next to each other against the wall there bed was on, Harry leaned in and whispered, "Do you think we've been convincing that we're a married couple?"

"Well, besides our slow start, you mean," she grinned devilishly, "I mean the first month or so they must have thought we were either just starting a relationship or a damned arranged marriage, the shyness of the both of us when it came to the others.. Well, that's if there observing our time alone."

"Do you think they are?"

"I don't know, but who knows."

"If they are do you think they think our lack of.. eh hem.. Is um unusual? Or does our situation merit a deviation from that ritual?"

"I think our situation most certainly merits a deviation from that, I mean dammit, who would do that here under constant surveillance without protection, I mean say by chance we ended up producing a child.. This is just hypothetical Harry, don't worry. What would happen to that child? Where would it go? Would they allow us to take care of it? More then likely not, I would probably be taken out temporarily, leaving you here till they took the child from me and put me back here."
"Oh, agh, could you imagine that.. Where would it go.. The dursley's? Your relatives, Ron?"

"Harry, Most likely it would be our next of kin who is willing to take the baby."

"So not the Dursley's then, whoo, could you imagine that.. Could you imagine that?" Harry asked again, definitely in a state of distress.

"Don't worry Harry, as you well know, there is absolutely no chance of something like that happening while we're in here."

"But.. What if we're in here long term, say ten years and our relationship progresses to that point?"

"I.. I don't know."

"I don't either, I hope that doesn't happen." And they held each other underneath there blankets laying together upon there bed in there white hospital room.

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