Hermione sat in her normal spot, at he usual lunch table, with the usual people. Still as depressed as she was when she got here.
A few people were, of course, in there for the same reason as her; they attempted suicide, they all tried to hang themselves, overdose on drugs, slit their wrists and even attempted to drive their cars over the London bridge. But, obviously, didn't succeed. And today was the day that everyone's family and friends were to come for a visit. But, for Hermione, today was hell. Because no one came for her. People even came for Draco. And no one liked him when they were kids.
He was there for the same reason as her. A few days after the Final Battle, he tried to hang himself. Luckily for him, he was found and stopped. And then admitted into this place. This HELL. Hermione and Draco become good friends when she was admitted into the ward, two months after him. Draco had explained about how his father would beat him until Draco would act "better" as his father put it.
"Hermione Granger, please report to the visiting room."
"What the bloody hell?" Hermione asked.
"I dunno, Hermy. Maybe Ron has finally decided to pay you a visit."
"I doubt it. He hasn't visited me since the day I was put in the hell hole."
"Maybe a change of heart occurred. You never know."
"Right!" Hermione laughed walking out of the lunch area and into the visiting room.
"Hermione!" A familiar voice screamed.
Hermione swirled around and saw no one other but Ginny Weasley herself, a bit slimmer and more sluttish looking, but still the same Ginny Weasley she once knew.
"Ginny! Oh my gosh!" Hermione yelled as she and Ginny both ran to each other and crashing into one another with giant bear hugs.
"Bloody hell, took you long enough to visit me."
"Sorry, Mione. Ron and Harry wouldn't come with me the last times I tried."
"They're here?"
Ginny looked away and focused on Ron and Harry. "Yes."
"Why! Is he here?!" Hermione screamed. "Why didn't he ever come here before?"
Ginny flinched as Hermione went on.
"I dunno, Mione." A voice interrupted her rants.
"What?" Hermione snapped.
"I said I don't know, Hermione."
"That's all you're going to say? You dumped me here seven years ago. And didn't write or visited me until today, Ronald. And that's all you're going to say is 'I dunno'? Well, what do you know? You infuriating git?!"
"I know that I never stopped loving you! I know that I couldn't come see you because it was just too hard for me to see you in this condition! I couldn't get the image of you dying in my arms with blood everywhere, Hermione! I just couldn't see you!"
"What you couldn't write, either?!"
"No. I couldn't, Hermione Granger. I couldn't."
"Hermione, calm down..." Ginny tried.
"No, Ginny, I will not calm down. He said that he loved me and then he didn't come see me for seven years! How do you expect me to calm down?!"
"Because you love him!" Ginny snapped.
"All of you be quiet!" Ron started. "I have something else to tell you, Mione, I couldn't see you because I am a drunken idiot. I drink Fire Whiskey every bloody time I have that nightmare of the night we all fell apart. You almost died and I couldn't take it. I just couldn't." Ron told her, softly. "I couldn't" He whispered.