Draco awoke looking at a rickety wooden ceiling. It was broken in places and covered in cobwebs. He turned onto his side and saw her lying there. She was still sleeping, her brown curls flowing out across the pillow. She had a rather tattered sheet pulled tight around her, so tight that Draco could see every curve in her body, her hand was resting on the pillow beside her head and her breathing was soft. Draco smiled to himself and he brushed her shoulder lightly with the back of his hand, and then trailed in along her jaw. Hermione opened her eyes slowly, she smiled as soon as Draco's form had come into focus.
He was lying there smiling at her, a blanket wrapped around his waist and his torso toned and bare. She reached out and placed a hand on his chest and felt his heart beating. "You really do have a heart don't you." She stated.
"Yes, but it is only for you." He said and placed a light kiss on her lips.
"We need to talk." Hermione placed her books down on the table at the back of the common room. Ron sat in the chair at that was beside the table and Hermione perched on the back of the arm chair. "My memory still isn't what it was, and I know that we are… together, and I have been pretty horrible to you."
"You haven't… I am insensitive… I …I "
"Please don't make this any harder than it has to be Ron."
"I know what you are going to say." He said hanging his head.
"It is over Ron, I want to concentrate on other things and…."
"Are you saying that there might be a chance of us again when you are well again?"
"Well again? I am fine now Ron, I don't think there will be."
"…There is someone else isn't there?"
"…Well…"
"WHO?"
"Ron that's…" Harry walked up to the chair and put a hand on Hermione shoulder.
"Ok." He said.
"IT'S HIM ISN'T IT?" Ron dived up out of the seat and lunged at Harry hitting him in the eye. Harry fell back and pulled his wand out of his pocket and pointed it Ron, as he got up. "DO YOU THINK THAT WILL STOP ME?" Ron bellowed, his face was going purple.