“aweek?”

“youtriggeredaspell,areallyoldone.malfoymanagedtogetyouhere,butnobodyouldworkoutwhyyouweren’twakingup.”

harryturnedtofindhermionesittingonhisright,holdinghisgssesouttohim.hetookthem,andsheamefurtherintofous.herhairwaslongeragain,pulledbakinamessypit,andshelookedtired.booksandparhmentoveredherp,tukeddownthesidesofherhairandspreadarossthebottomofhisbed.

hermionenodded.“ronandigotamessagefromkingsleyfourdaysago.i’vebeenresearhingeversine,butweouldn’tfindawaytowakeyou.”shefrowned.“iatuallyhaven’tbeenofmuhuse,tobeho.”

“whatareyoudoinghere,you’remeanttobeonhoneymoon.”

oundofdrao’sevenbreathingsendhimofftosleep,wishingwithallhisheartthatheoulddoiteverynight.

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“harry,thankgoodnessyou’refinallyawake!”

harrystartedatthenameandtri

shesnortedquietly.“please,you’vebeenunonsiousforaweek,didyoureallythinkronandiwouldn’tomebaktobewithyou?”

“whathappened?”harryasked.

hedidn’topenhiseyesstraightaway—hewantedtostayinthedreamhe’dbeenhavingforaslongasheould.eventuallythough,heknewhe’dhavetofaerealityandheslowlyblinkedhiseyesopen,takinginthefamiliarviewofahospitalroomeilingabovehim.heswallowedhisdisappoiandliftedhisrighthandtosrubathisfae—hisleftwasenasedinsomethingwarm,andhewonderedifhe’ddoneenoughdamagetowarrantastrongerhealingharmonit.hedidn’tlook;heknewhe’dbeokayeventually,andhedidn’tneedtoseewhateverhadbeendohim.

thefirstthingharrybeameawareofwasthesmell;disiandlemons.thenheheardthetell-talesubtlebeepingandheknewexatlywherehewas.he’dbeenhurtonthejobmanytimesonlytoawakenagaintothesoundsofmedialobservationharmsandthesentoffreshlysrubbedroomsinstmungos.