𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 {𝐇. 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫}

89

The news that the King of the Supernatural was in a coma spread far and wide across the Wizarding World with newspapers sales reaching a new high. They each had their own individual theories on the matter. The Daily Prophet believed that Johnny had fallen victim to a group of prejudice Half-Bloods, The Quibbler believed a Bimphasumos (a massive, hybrid quadrupedal creature with a gazelle head, two human eyes, short, stubby ears, a sharp beak and teeth) had massacred him, while others like El Profeta Diario (the Spanish version of The Daily Prophet) believed it to be the work of other Supernatural creatures who wanted to overthrow him.

"Bimphasumos, what rubbish," Hermione scoffed, throwing The Quibbler down on the bedside table. Hermione would visit Johnny three times a day. Breakfast, lunch and then dinner. She would sit with him, telling him everything he had been missing, how sorry Harry is and how she doesn't want to hear it, how Gryffindor won their latest match against Ravenclaw, and how Ginny and Harry got together during the party, despite Ron not really being fond of the idea of his best friend snogging his sister shamelessly.

Johnny had been in the Hospital Wing for one week now, and if he didn't wake up soon, he would be transferred to St. Mungo's, all the way back in London. Like Hermione, Evelyn had visited Johnny everyday after she finished work. She, like Hermione, would sit and tell him all about her day, and how she met a woman she worked with while protecting the Prime Minister. She would then listen to Hermione recount stories from the four they had been together.

On the eighteenth day, however, Johnny awoke. Hermione wasn't there, as third period had only just began, and Evelyn was working at the time. His body burned in pain, his hands clawing the bandages from his chest. Weakly, he sat up, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and ripping the IV out of his hand.

"H-help..." Johnny spoke quietly, his voice hoarse and croaky from lack of use. It was clear that Madam Pompfry hadn't heard him, and Johnny stood up, using the bedside table for support. The bedside table consisted of various newspapers, as well as a jug of water and two 'Get Well Soon' cards, from who, Johnny didn't know. Suddenly, Johnny's legs gave way and he collapsed to the floor, bringing the bedside table and it's contents with him. Now soaked, Johnny heard the door to Madam Pompfry's stores open and footsteps quickly rushing to where he was.

"Oh dear," said Madam Pompfry, instantly rushing to Johnny's side. She helped Johnny back into bed and waved her wand, the mess instantly being tided up. She poured Johnny a glass of water and tipped the cup so he could drink. A sigh left Johnny's lips as the burning in his throat eased. "Tell me, Mr. Grindelwald, do you remember what happened?"

And so Johnny repeated the story of what happened that night in the bathroom, leaving out the key detail of finding out Draco was a Death Eater. Madam Pompfry, satisfied that there was no long lasting damage, aloud Johnny to shower in the private bathrooms linked to the Hospital Wing, change out his pyjamas, and permitted him to leave when someone showed up. It turns out, Hermione had left clothes for him in case Johnny woke up, and he was glad when he done up the buttons of a white dress shirt, doing up his black leather belt to hold up his black skinny jeans, and pulling a green Weasley sweater over his head. He left his shoes off for the time being.

It was a boring one and a half, but Johnny finally saw Hermione walk through the door, their eyes meeting.

"Johnny!" She gasped, launching herself into his arms. Her hands cupped his face, searching for any sign that she was dreaming.

"Hello, darling," Johnny smiled, his hands drawing circles on her waist. A sob left Hermione's lips as she pulled Johnny into a wet and salty kiss.

"I-I thought-" Hermione stuttered, another sob leaving her lips as she buried her head in Johnny's neck.

"Hey, I'm fine," Johnny assured her, pulling Hermione back and lifting her head so they could look into each other's eyes. "Harry didn't mean to hit me, okay? I took the hit on my own accord."