Hey all, something happened to my chapter three and some changes that I made didn't show up. It only happened at the end where Harry appeared so if you don't want to read the whole chapter again, just scroll down to the end. If you've seen the movie, you'd understand that a cue is needed to trigger an appearance and that cue was deleted. Don't know what happened, but sorry about that!
P.S. I know Hermione is a little OOC with the drinking, but once again, just trying to follow along with the story in the movie, although you brought about a good point and I would agree that I would get trashed every night myself if someone I loved was in a coma.
Chapter Four.
Hermione rolled out of bed and performed an anti-hangover charm on herself. Fred and George had taught her that one after Hermione's first drinking binge and she had really mastered it now.
As she dressed she let out a deep sigh. Perhaps her drinking was getting out of hand. She had started seeing things.
When she was ready, she apparated herself to the hospital to watch over Harry for the day. She told him about her night and how she received the blueprints and sent word for the company to start the renovations on Harry's house. Even though he was still in a coma, she knew he was listening. She spoke to him everyday.
"Harry, the plans are wonderful," she commented, running a hand through his hair. He looked so peaceful. The lightning bolt scar the only thing marring his pale face, his battle wounds long since healed, "I want to be the one with you in that house." She fought back a fresh wave of tears.
"Dammit Harry," Hermione burst out, "Wake up, please!"
As always, there was no response but the low humming coming from his oxygen tank and the beeps of the heart monitor.
Hermione laid her head down on the side of his mattress and cried. Her shoulders racked with sobs, "I want to have your children, Harry. I want you to see them play in your perfect little home. Time is running out for you. Please wake up."
That night at Grimmauld Place, Hermione couldn't help herself. She started drinking once again and continued long into the night. Ron's head appeared in the fireplace as midnight neared.
"Hermione?" he asked cautiously, afraid she might turn on him again.
Hermione sat and stared blankly at the journal in front of her.
Ron fully emerged from the fire. He sat down beside her and put his arm around her.
"Oh Ron," she said, quietly, "I need help."
He kissed her forehead softly, "I'll help you."
"Don't kill Harry, please."
Ron didn't answer as his eyes glistened.
Hermione looked up at him. She was nothing of the girl she was before. There was no sparkle in her eyes and her hair was limp. She was always small, but now she almost looked sickly. Ron knew she hadn't picked up a book in a long time and she didn't even argue with him when he knew she should. Everything was wrong.
"I don't want to," Ron admitted.
"Then don't," Hermione pleaded again, "The time is coming, tell them that they must continue life support."
Ron looked torn. He couldn't make this decision, "What about Harry's wishes?"
"Harry's going to pull through this. I know he is and he'll be fine."
"What if he's not fine? What if he's a vegetable?"
"Then I'll take care of him!" Hermione cried.
Ron stood up and began pacing in front of the coffee table, "But he won't be the same. He won't be able to respond, or even love. He won't be able to love you the way you deserve."
"I will love him."
"Who would want a life like that? I can't do that to him. Sentence him to a life of no feeling."
"And what if you kill him and he could have survived to a full and healthy life?" Hermione asked, stubbornly.
Ron quickened his pace shaking his head, "I can't do this. I can't make this decision."
"But you must! If you don't, someone else will and they will kill him! They will kill YOUR best friend."
Ron stopped and took a deep breath, "The medi wizards will help me, Hermione. They will see when his brain functions start to decrease. And when that happens, then I will decide."
Hermione threw her journal at Ron, which he dodged, "No, you can't. It's simple. Just say you won't!"
Ron dodged another book, then a vase. He reached the fireplace and left before anything else could hit him.
Hermione went on a rampage. She threw everything she could get her hands on. She overturned the coffee table and broke all the candle holders.
Just as she threw the lamp beside her, she heard it again.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Harry cried.
Hermione was breathing heavy from her exertion. She stared at him wide eyed, praying he was real this time.
"Now I'm really calling the police. You can't just come into my house and tear it apart!"
"I can fix it," Hermione said, quietly. She pulled out her wand and with a quick `Reparo', everything was as it should be.
Harry just stood there stunned. He pushed down on the fringe of his hair in his characteristic way. Then he shook his head, "That still gives you no right to be in my house."
"Please Harry…"
"Harry?" he cut in, "Right, I'm Harry. Harry the owner of this house. Now get out!"
"I can't leave. Not like this," Hermione said and stepped forward, reaching out for him.
"Don't come any closer, you freak!" Harry said, holding out a hand in front of him.
Hermione went to grab his hand to plead for him not to be angry with her, but her hand passed right through his and they both gasped.
"What have you done to me?" Harry cried and ran from the room.
Hermione followed quickly, but Harry was no where to be seen. Hermione didn't waste any time. If Harry was a ghost, it meant he was dead. She apparated quickly to the hospital, hoping it wasn't true.
And it wasn't. After making a fuss at the reception desk about seeing Harry after visiting hours, she found the monitors still beeping and the oxygen tank still humming. He was still definitely in a coma, but alive.
"I don't understand," Hermione said, taking her usual seat to Harry's right. She felt his hands, which were warm and touched his face, lightly.
A nurse came in hurriedly, "Please, Miss Granger. We can't allow visitors in so late."
"I'm sorry," Hermione said, rising, "I just had a horrible feeling."
The nurse gave her a pitiful look, "I understand."
But Hermione didn't. She didn't understand why she had seen Harry twice now and she made up her mind to find out more about it the next day.
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