Soulmates - Fremione

Chapter 3

Hermione POV:

I hazily opened my eyes and immediately closed them. There was a bright blinding light directly over my head, and I didn't really have the strength to move my head to look somewhere else yet.

I tried to move, but I found that I felt like I was moving through Jello. I did move my hand to the controls and sat my bed up slightly , so I wasn't lying on a steep diagonal and not stare at the ceiling.

I don't know how long it was before someone came to do check ups and found me awake. I was so lost in my thoughts.

While healers bustled around me, I tried to make sense of what happened. I know what happened, but was it real?

I desperately want it to be real.

After some time, everyone cleared out slowly after checking to make sure I was okay.

I had a lot of people in there, and I'm sure not all of them were necessary because some of the people weren't healers. After all, it's not everyday a famous war heroine enters a hospital lobby, immediately passes out, is in a coma for four days, and then wakes up seemingly out of nowhere.

Eventually, healers called for security to be placed at my door, and for that I am incredibly thankful.

I just wanted to get out of the public eye for a while, relax on the beach, and read some books.

I was shook out of my thoughts by one of the security guards opening the door.

"Miss Granger," she said politely, "There is a man here saying he needs to talk to you."

"What's his name?" I ask.

"Fred Weasley," she says, and at the look of recognition on my face asks, "Should we let him in?"

"Yes that is fine, but if anyone else comes please don't let them in," I said, "Unless, they are Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy."

"Okay," she answers, turning back to the other security guard blocking Fred's way.

I close my eyes and prepare myself for all of my hopes to be dashed if Fred doesn't remember anything from the last few days.

"Hey," I hear a voice say to my left.

"Hey," I reply, opening my eyes and looking into Fred's.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, sitting down in the chair beside my bed.

"Shouldn't I ask you that?" I ask him.

"Why?" he says with a puzzled expression.

"You've been in a coma for a year, and I've only been here for four days," I say confused as to why he doesn't understand.

"Hermione, what do you mean a year?" he asks looking really concerned.

"So, you haven't been in a coma?" I question him.

"No," Fred answers simply.

"So, I imagined the whole thing?" I say to myself.

"What whole thing?" Fred asks, taking my hand.

"Nothing," I explain, "I just had a dream while I was unconscious."

"Did it happen to involve us meeting, and me taking you to my house in the dream realm, but it happened to be your house in Brazil?" he asks with a grin on his face.

"What?!" I exclaim looking at him.

"I was only kidding before," he says laughing, "I have been in a coma, and I certainly remember you."

"Fred Weasley, when I get cleared you are a dead wizard," I growled at him.

"Sorry, love," he says trying to stop laughing, "I haven't had anyone to mess with in a while."

"Speaking of which," I say after he stops laughing, "How did you get cleared to leave your room?"

"The healers came and did a few spells, presto I'm all better," Fred tells me, "And I may or may not be totally cleared yet, but I wanted to come check on you."

"Fred, as sweet as that is, you need to be cleared, so we can be sure you don't get hurt again," I scold.

"Okay, the healers went to go call the immediate family, and I have to get back soon," Fred says.

"Don't tell them about me," I say, "Remember what I told you."

"Yeah, I know," he says because I explained why I was in Brazil, "But what about Ronald, am I allowed to yell at him for being a prick?"

"No," I say sternly, "You can tell Draco and Harry to come to Room 314, but no one else."

"Why would I tell the ferret?" Fred asks, confused.

"Oh, I forgot I didn't tell you," I laugh, "Draco and Harry are together."

"Oh my god," he says shocked, "No way."

"Yes way," I laugh, "Now go back to your room, reunite with your family, and when you are released apparate to the house, and I will see you in Brazil."

"I will see you in Brazil, minha luz," he says, kissing the top of my head.

I close my eyes and when I open them, Fred has disappeared.

It is almost overwhelming the amount of relief, happiness, and love I am feeling right now. I can't believe everything that happened is real, and I get to go to Brazil with Fred.

My thoughts were once again interrupted when the door was thrown open.

Harry ran into the room like the dramatic brother he is, and Draco drifted in after him rolling his eyes at his boyfriend's theatrics.

"Oh my god Hermione," Harry exclaimed, "What happened?!"

"I'm not telling anyone right now," I said.

At least not until I talk to Fred about it, I added on in my mind.

"You're not pregnant are you?" Harry asked.

"Gods no," I laughed, "Harry calm down."

"Right, sorry," he said sheepishly.

"How are you feeling,Mione?" Draco asked.

"I'm feeling better, I think I am getting released later today," I explained.

"Are you leaving again?" Harry asked.

"Yes," I said feeling a bit guilty, "I'm sorry, but I still need some time."

"It's okay," Harry said, laying down where I made room for him in the bed.

I leaned my head on Harry's shoulder and Draco said near our legs and I grabbed his hand.

"I love you guys," I said, "You know that right?"

"Yeah of course we do," Draco said.

"We love you too," Harry said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"Yeah, we love you," Draco affirmed, "But if you scare us like this again, I will be forced to never let you out of my sight."

I laughed a bit, happy that I had them here.

After an hour or two of talking with Harry and Draco, a healer came and said that I needed an exam and they had to leave.

"Bye, guys," I said, hugging them.

"Bye, 'Mione," Draco said.

"Don't forget to write us," Harry said, pulling back and looking at me.

"I will," I said.

With nods the two men left the room.

After my exam, the doctor said I was free to go. He also told me that Fred had asked for me to be informed that he had been released.

I checked out and got to apparation point filled with excitement and anticipation.

Here we go, I thought myself apparating towards Brazil, and Fred.