The Baby Project

Nightmares

Hermione spent 3 days in the hospital wing, and Draco would visit her every day to drop off her work. Sometimes they would talk, but most of the time, they would do their work, and if someone needed help, they would help one another. Ginny spent most of her time there, talking about everything under the sun. It really helped Hermione take her mind off everything else that was going on. Apparently, Ginny and Harry had already picked a date, and Hermione needed to get better because she needed to go dress shopping with Ginny next weekend when they could go to Hogsmeade. 

No one had told her what had happened to Ron, but she was leaving today, so she figured she would find out soon enough. She walked out of the hospital wing and to her apartment; it was the middle of the day, so she didn't expect to find anyone there. Madam Pomfrey told her she needed to take the rest of the day still and return to class tomorrow. She didn't know what to do with herself, so she decided to pick up one of the books Draco had told her about and start reading. 

She didn't realize how long she had been reading for until she heard the door open. She looked up. Draco half smiled at her, and she did the same back. 

"Feeling better?" He asked her.

"Yes, thank you." She nodded and went back to reading. She had come across a good part and wanted to finish it before she had to go to dinner. She knew that she would be too busy with homework and essays to read these books once she was back in class. 

"Find something worthwhile?" Draco sat down and tried to read over her shoulder, but she was flipping pages too fast and jotting down notes on the paper next to her. 

"I think so; it is unclear though, like it is not full instructions. Hopefully, when I read the other books, it will all fit together. Just another puzzle that needs to be solved is all," She set her notes aside and put the book back on the shelf. "Is it time for dinner yet?" She looked over at Draco. 

"Soon. Are you up to going down there? There is a class tonight we have to attend." He looked nervously at her. 

"Of course, I feel much better. I am ready to eat some real food anyway," She stood up; she wanted to change, but remembered she wanted to ask about Ron, "Draco, do you know what happened to Ron? No one will tell me anything."

"He is at the Hospital." He looked at the floor.

"Why?" Hermione couldn't help but be worried. 

"They call it PTSD. They are borrowing methods that muggle doctors use. To help him get through it. He is getting all the work delivered to the hospital, and each professor visits him once a week. He is still required to do everything also. Harry asked me not to tell you until he could, but I don't think we should be lying to one another." 

"I know all about PTSD. Everyone has it; that doesn't mean they should lock him up in the psych ward. What are they thinking?" Hermione was about to scream. 

"Granger, he tried to hurt himself after he hurt you. They are just trying to keep him safe, so he can be him again. They want to help him." Draco was cautious not to step on her toes. She seemed angry, and he didn't want to be on the receiving end of it. 

"I...I...I don't think I am going to go to dinner." She finally said. 

"What about the class we have to take?" Draco asked.

"Well...Madam Pomfrey said I am still supposed to be resting until tomorrow; you can have McGonagall check with her." Hermione then turned on her heels and went into the bedroom, locking it in as many ways as she knew how. 

She was supposed to help Ron. He never wanted to be admitted to a hospital; he had told her that a dozen times. She didn't keep her promise, and it was eating her alive. How was she going to speak to him again, knowing she failed him.