Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty-Four - Halloween

Harry and Seamus open the doors to the hospital wing. Draco and Ron are already there; everyone's awake. Greg is slumped in a chair in the corner of the room, he looks like death.

"Keep it moving, Potter." Steve is standing behind him with Padma in tow.

Seamus grabs his hand, pulling him towards Hermione who's smiling. She looks amazing considering she's been unconscious for nearly four days. Ron looks exhausted sitting next to her.

"I'm so glad you're awake." Harry hugs her, nearly pulling her from the bed. "How long have you've been up?"

"I don't know." Hermione looks to Greg, "What time did I wake up?"

Silence.

"Greg!"

"What?!" Greg jumps, "What's up, Hermione? You need something?"

"You look like shit, mate." Ron says looking like shit himself.

Greg rubs his nose with his middle finger, he's still working right now so he needs to show his professionalism.

"What time did I wake up?" Hermione smiles.

"Oh, ah... around midnight."

"Are you telling us you woke up to his ugly mug and didn't wake the castle screaming?" Theo walks in on the conversation with Justin and Susie.

"Oh, piss off, Nott." Greg grins before laying his head on his arms. Ignoring the lot of them is probably the most professional he can get right now.

"You have to tell me everything I missed." Hermione pulls Harry down to sit on her bed. Seamus pulls a chair next to him. Neville and Dean walk in with a tray of scones they got from the kitchen.

"Did anyone get my homework? Did you take notes for me?" Hermione looks at Ron and Harry frowning, "Malfoy, can I use your notes? You're in most of my classes and I finally have someone who actually pays attention in class. I mean, I won't even have to try and decipher what these two wrote; and Nott, can I use yours too. Between both of your's, I'm sure I'll be able to catch up quickly."

"Hermione... settle down, healer's orders." Greg lifts his head from his arms to scowl before putting it back down.

"Of course, Granger." Draco smiles before whispering something to Blaise, making him laugh.

"10 galleons." Theo teases.

"Are you serious?" Ron frowns, "Blimey, they better be the best bloody notes in the school."

"I mean it." Greg lifts his head again, "Don't rile her up, you know she's mental when it comes to school. Talk about something else."

"Just because I care about my studies does not mean that I'm mental, Gregory. I would think you of all people..."

"Hermione Granger, if you do not stop proving me right about how bloody mental you are... I'll..." Greg bites his lower lip thinking, "I'll get into your room and throw your school bag into the fire. Then you'll need the years worth of notes and it'll cost you a lot more than 10 galleons."

"You wouldn't." Hermione gasps.

"Try me, Granger." Greg smirks.

"He is in Slytherin." Harry whispers, "He might actually do it."

"Ronald!"

"What?"

"Well, aren't you going to say something?"

"Oh, ah. You should probably settle down then, yeah?"

"Not to me." Hermione sighs, "To him." She points at Greg who's smiling, "You're supposed to be on my side."