“whathappened?”harryasked.

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

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“whatareyoudoinghere,you’remeanttobeonhoneymoon.”

“aweek?”

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

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

oundofdrao’sevenbreathingsendhimofftosleep,wishingwithallhisheartthatheoulddoiteverynight.

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

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

“harry,thankgoodnessyou’refinallyawake!”

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

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