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Harry Potter didn't know what to expect when he decided to visit Draco Malfoy in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
Hermione had warned him about Draco's condition, but it hadn't been enough. Not nearly enough.
He stood silently at the door staring at the stark image before him. The bleached interior of the room made the blond in the bed somehow paler, the unending whiteness broken only by a small bouquet, a single card and vibrant red hair.
Harry didn't know what to expect, but it was not the heartbreaking sight of Ginny Weasley gently brushing tears off of Draco's unresponsive cheeks, her own falling to dampen the blankets unheeded.
