Harry walked into the hospital ward nervously wondering if Hermione was okay. She had fallen into some strange machine at the Ministry during their battle at the Department of Mysteries. He had been swept away from her due tot he flow of combat but had been thinking about her ever since.
Dumbledore had taken him to his office and told him the secret of the prophecy and what everything was about tonight. Harry wanted to talk to Hermione about this as she would be able to help him understand. She helped him with so much and he was beginning to realize he enjoyed her presence. Her friendship and maybe a potential hint for more?
He froze when he saw the people talking to the matron. Two brown haired girls nodding as they listened to the older woman talk. They turned when they heard Harry's gasp.
"Oh Harry." The one on the right said before she hugged him. She then handed him off to the one on the left who hugged him just as tightly.
"What happened?" Harry asked in confusion.
"I fell into a magical duplication machine. It made an identical copy of me. And I do mean identical." Hermione on the right said.
"True. Although I'm the copy and she's the original that's only a technicality as we are interchangeable." The one on his left said with a smile.
"So how long will you remain?" Harry wondered.
"I'm a permanent copy. I won't go away." The one on the left said.
"And hHarry we've been talking. We'd like to go someplace and talk to you about our relationship." The original Hermione said as she took his arm.
"Yes our relationship is something we really need to discus." The other Hermione said taking his other arm.
Harry wondered why his life kept getting more and more crazy, but this at least had the potential to be a very very good crazy...
