Signum Vitalis (a dramione story)

Hermione travels to Wizarding NYC

She finished her study session without any further interruptions except the librarian when he shook her shoulder to tell her the school was closing.

The following day was Friday and she spent a good deal of her breaks absently debating on how to follow Harry's advice. There wasn't really a wizarding yellow pages, at least that she knew of, so she had to figure out a different discrete way of finding a wizard therapist. Maybe she could ask a professor under the guise of professional curiosity? She'd rather not have anyone know about her trying to find a therapist, but, since it was still early in her scholastic career here, Hermione figured that the incident would be quickly forgotten. When nothing better came to her the remainder of the day, Hermione resolved to ask her Professor after classes.

Once they ended Hermione distractedly packed her things, rehearsing the white lies she would feed her professor.

"Oh, Hermione, I just remembered something," John said as he finished packing his own things.

"Yes?"

"Shandra found a cool cafe we're going to check out. Want to come?"

"Erm, Shandra and you?"

"No, it's our whole lab group. We had to move it to two o'clock because Draco already had plans at noon. Probably some hot chick."

"Hmm," Hermione replied noncommittally.

"Don't worry, I can totally be your wingman if you are interested in him. I'm pretty good."

"Malfoy?" Hermione gagged. "That foul little- ...I mean. He appeals to me about as much as a ferret shedding in my soup. That," Hermione shivered involuntarily. "Please don't disturb me by ever mentioning that ever again."

"Ooookay, no worries. I guess he just isn't your cup of tea?" John grinned expectantly. Hermione figured he might have made a joke and smiled obligingly.

"Well, we'll be at the Tuneful Brew in wizarding New York," John replied as he started down the aisle. "See you there!" he waved and then headed for the door.

"Er..." Hermione's protest was left on her tongue. She sighed and thought, things couldn't go too badly, right? Shouldering her bag, she continued to the professor's offices, figuring Professor Nightingale was her best bet.

Professor Nightingale was the older man who had led the students to the lecture hall the first day. In class he seemed interested in helping his students beyond just the grades and curriculum of the classroom. Arriving, she knocked on his door.

He opened his door and peered down his glasses at her.

"Professor, I'm Hermione Granger. I'm taking your Collaboration with Wizarding and Muggle Health Professionals class."

"Ah, come in dear, did you have a question?" the older man left the door cracked and ambled back to his desk.

"Yes, I was really fascinated by your lecture yesterday about how many different branches there were in the wizard medical field. I was wondering if you had a list of all the different wizard health professionals in the area? Being muggle-born, I haven't had too much experience with these things and would like to go visit them over the weekend."

"Oh," the professor seemed pleased and Hermione started to feel guilty. She really was going to visit some of the list, she reasoned with herself. "Just a moment, I can make a list for you of the ones I know."

"Thank you very much, professor," she said primly.

Hermione waited as the professor scratched out a list on a piece of scroll. When he was finished, he handed it to her saying, "Some of these have decided to work in the muggle world, but they do wizarding work on the side. Normally on the weekends so you're in luck. I left the information you need to access their wizarding services."