What's Harry up to?

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Hermione asked her question and then tried to nestle back down. She was so comfortable! She hadn't felt so calm and rested in ages.

"You're awake!" Adrian smiled at her from the floor in front of the couch.

It took her a moment to realize that people were surrounding her. She was holding Adrian's hand to her chest and her head was in someone's lap. She also felt someone sitting behind her on the couch and a fourth person was gently rubbing her feet. No wonder she felt so warm.

"How do you feel?" Severus asked from a chair a short distance away. Her morning came rushing back to her and Hermione tried to bolt up from the couch.

"Severus! How are you? Are you okay? How's your hand?"

Sitting up was proving difficult, because her legs got tangled with the person holding them. Whoever was behind her wasn't letting go either.

"Calm down," Severus soothed. "I am fine. All healed. See?"

He held up his hand, which looked normal - pale and elegant, with long tapered fingers. Hermione let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm so sorry!" She cringed. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know," Severus continued to soothe her. "It was an accident."

Hermione nodded, willing away tears that were forming. She loved Severus. He was a dear friend and she had hurt him. It wasn't on purpose of course, but it was clear to her that she was a danger to others.

"You never answered his question about how you feel," Marcus pointed out.

Hermione turned her head to look at the large wizard. His lap had been where she was resting her head before she tried to get up. Hermione took in the situation and worked to untangle herself. She looked down and saw her legs were tangled in Theo's. He helped her free them and she sat up straighter. She looked to see Draco behind her. He helped pull her upright, but also pulled her into his chest - so she was sitting in his lap.

"I'm not sitting in your lap, Draco," she chided.

"Spoilsport," he muttered. He did, however, help her move to sit next to him. Although, he didn't let go entirely; he wrapped an arm around her, cradling her to him. Marcus was close on her other side, his muscular thigh pressing against hers. Adrian stayed on the floor, leaning against her legs. Theo, on the other side of Draco reached for her hand.

"Are you alright?" Theo asked, squeezing her hand. That felt nice, comforting. Being surrounded like that felt comforting.

"Yes and no," she sighed. "I am fine at the moment. I guess I needed some rest. I feel good, rested. Why are you all here?"

"I forgot to owl them and cancel poker night, so they just showed up," Blaise admitted. "I told them what you told me, your... diagnosis. I didn't know if I should say."

"I don't mind," Hermione said. "Everyone is going to find out soon enough. I made a pretty huge scene at St. Mungos. I bet the news has already started to spread."

"It will be okay, Granger," Draco said confidently. "It will work out."

"How do you know?" Hermione challenged sharply, turning to face him. Fighting with Draco was familiar; it felt normal, which was nice. Hermione desperately wanted to feel normal right now.

"Because I want it to work out," Draco smirked. "And Malfoys always get what they want."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at his self-importance, which was only half in jest. The other wizards in the room chuckled as well. It would be nice if she had the Malfoy sized self-confidence sometimes. She probably wouldn't be so anxious and worried if that were the case.

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