Three weeks after Hermione had passed out in the kitchens and slipped into a rare magic-induced coma, she awoke to find herself in a bed in the hospital wing, Luna Lovegood sitting beside her. Luna wore her Hospital Wing Trainee uniform and was knitting and humming to herself. She looked up when Hermione stirred.
"Oh good", Luna smiled brightly at her, "You're awake."
"Luna?" Hermione's head ached with refusal when she tried to right herself in the bed. "What happened? Where am I? Where is..." She trailed off, thinking it might be better if she didn't ask after Draco. She didn't know how much Luna knew about what had happened to her, or who she had been with, and didn't want to reveal too much.
"Draco just left." Hermione's head shot up, but Luna was calmly smiling at her as if she had said nothing out of the ordinary. "He's really a very dedicated Head Boy if you ask me, watching after you as he does while you've been asleep."
"Yes, well, he's always been very…" Hermione started, trying to think of some explanation as to why Draco was acting so attentive.
"It can't hurt that he's in love with you either." Luna smiled and sighed. She turned her head to stare out the window, picking up her knitting again.
"Luna, what? He's not! It's not what it…He's just…" Hermione began to protest, but Luna cut her off.
"He said the same thing, but you can just tell by the way he looks at you, the way he reads to you. He's here every day you know. We sit together when I'm on duty. Sometimes we talk. He feels so guilty for what happened to you..." Hermione blushed as she remembered just what had taken place before she passed out. Remembering Draco's fingers and hot mouth on her, Hermione felt her heart begin to race and a sudden pulsing in her cunt. Her nipples became hard as stone beneath her medical gown as her back arched involuntarily and her breath caught in her throat in surprise.
"Luna, what…uuughnn" Hermione felt a deep moan erupt from her throat as an intense jolt of pleasure shook through her. "What's happening to me? Oh!" Hermione felt her clit throb and ache as if she was having an orgasm.
'But I couldn't be…. I wasn't even touching anything, only thinking of Draco…' she thought. At the thought of Draco, Hermione felt another shock of pleasure explode from her aching center and reverberate throughout her body.
"Oh you're just having another attack. Relapses like this can be an after-effect of the spell that Draco used on you. You used to have them much more frequently." Luna put down her knitting and picked up a cup from the table. "Madame Pomfrey says that they will decrease in frequency as time passes, but she will explain all that when you wake up next."
"Wake up next? Luna what's going on? Where is Draco? Please!" Hermione tried to will her legs to swing off the bed so she could get out and get some answers, but another wave overcame her. Her body convulsed spontaneously on the bed as she screamed in frustration.
"Madame Pomfrey says that you should drink this. Sleep. She will explain everything when you wake up again." Luna offered her the cup.
Willing to do anything to get control of her body back, Hermione took the cup gladly. It only took three gulps before the cup dropped to her side and Hermione fell unconscious once again.