Three weeks had past and there was still no change in Hermione. Ron was visiting her every other day; he was reading some of her books to her, trying desperately for something to click. Ron was having no luck, she wasn't even paying any attention to him, she was blank. Ron could have sworn that he saw Malfoy lurking around St Mungos the other day, but that was impossible.
Sweat was running down her spine, she was tingling all over. Her head was spinning, his lips were pressed firm against her own, his tongue teasing her own out of her mouth, she gave in. Sliding her tongue against his sent shivers down her spine, his hands her in her hair, she ran hers up his back, and back down again, sliding them into the waist band of his trousers. He moaned into her mouth and pulled away, suddenly he was undoing the buttons on her shirt, and cupping her breasts in his hand, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples….
Hermione woke with a start. The ward was dark, she could see people sleeping in the beds around, she only hoped that she hadn't been talking in her sleep. Hermione desperately tried to catch her breath, she knew this was no dream, it was a memory, they were creeping back to her. Why had she been with the boy, why had she given herself to him? She lay back down and looked at the moon light that was on the ceiling.