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Hermione woke up to find herself on the floor in the living room. Wiping the drool off her face, she guessed that after some intensive drinking, they had both fallen asleep on the chairs, out of which she had fallen in the middle of the night. She lifted her head, immediately wincing and groaning at the pain that pierced her head. Never again would she indulge in such unethical ways. Though she must admit, she hadn't had any nightmares, she had slept as if she had taken a Dreamless Sleep potion. But the pain was too mush of a price to pay. Slowly, she got up and dragged herself over to the bathroom, where she cleaned herself up, splashing ice cold water over her face. She then cast a Tempus charm to see how long she had before classes started. She frowned. That couldn't be right. She would have slept through the entire day and missed all her classes? Unless...
"Draco!" she screamed, immediately wincing at the shrill voice that caused her head to buzz painfully. She walked over to the blond, still asleep, and whispered, "Draco! Draco, get up!"
He groaned, but made no movement. Impatient, she pushed him off the chair, waking him up when his head hit the floor.
"What the fuck! Granger? What are you doing here? Where is here? What... oh God." The memory of the events of that morning came back and he face planted (voluntarily) on the floor.
"Come on, we have no time to waste, it's 7 pm."
"What? We slept for like... 20... 24 hours?" his eyes scrunched up in confusion almost made Hermione smile.
"No, we slept for like 7 hours. It was morning when we left the hospital, remember? We slept through the entire day's classes!"
Cursing heavily, Malfoy stood up, and they both rushed to the Great Hall, just in time to join everyone else. They received a few weird looks and sniggers at the sight of their shabby dressing and tired but panicked faces, but one look from the Golden Girl sufficed to shut them up. They all made their way to their tables, Hermione sticking with Ginny at the Gryffindor table, shortly joined by Hannah and Luna.
"Where were you? You missed all the classes!" asked Ginny.
"I know. I'll tell you later... I just need food right now."
"Is that alcohol I smell? Have you... have you been drinking?" se squealed, making Hermione wince even more.
"Yes, please stop shouting and squeaking. It's very aggravating."
Ginny was about to respond, but the Headmistress stood and called for their attention. Murmurs filled the Hall, as this was mot a custom during normal meals, only during feasts. When the students finally shut up, she spoke.
"I understand that you are confused that I'm making a speech, and that some of you are hungry, so I'll not beat around the bush. It has come to my attention that after the war, students and teachers alike have been experiencing some... issues. This is called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD, and is quite common. Hence, I have hired a psychotherapist to come work at the school, for the consultation of everyone and anyone, not just for those who fought, but for those who lost and those who underwent some, ah, unnecessary and cruel treatments at the school while it was under enemy occupation. These consultations can be taken in groups, or individually. The group sessions will be in the Great Hall from 8:30 to 9:30 pm, and you will have to speak to the therapist to set up individual meetings. Please welcome Dr Worr, who you will be consulting with." A chubby little man that no one had noticed stood, waved awkwardly and quickly sat down. " Please remember that while these sessions are not mandatory, they are advised, and that everything said during these sessions are not to be repeated outside of that hour. Please, tuck in."
At that, the most magnificent roasts and wonderful smelling stews she had ever smelled appeared in front of Hermione. But then again, she was pretty hungover and just plain hungry. Pausing for a moment, she suddenly went into action, grabbing everything she could reach and stuffing it in her mouth, much to the amusement of her friends.
"This is a total and utter shitfest." Ginny commented once Hermione had told her everything that had happened earlier that day.
"Tell me about it. I would have made a greater effort to die in the war if I had known this this was what was waiting for me."
They were sitting on Ginny's bed, in Hermione's former dorm room. They had been careful to put up silencing charms so that nobody heard them, and had been talking for over two hours. Finally, Hermione sighed.
"I'd better get going. My dear Draco will be waiting for me." She said, making her red-head friend giggle furiously.
In no rush at all, she wondered out of Gryffindor tower and arrived at the gargoyle that was guarding the entrance to her - their – quarters, gave the password they had agreed on earlier, and waltzed inside, heading straight for the bedroom. She first noticed that Draco was nowhere to be seen. Suspecting he was in the shower, she warned him of her presence so that he wouldn't walk out completely naked. She then noticed that there was only one, king sized, bed. Muttering under her breath, she transfigured a lamp into another bed, before shrinking the first one, and quickly got undressed and under the covers. She hardly noticed Draco creep out of the bathroom, shirtless, and get into his bed silently, before she fell asleep.
