Like yesterday, Ron and I went to visit Hermione after Ron's stupid attempt to draw attention to himself. Ughh. So, yeah, that landed Hermione in the hospital wing for however much time it will take to heal the bump on her head (which ended up being a small crack in her skull. Great going, Ron). We have also been taking her assignments to her, and for a girl with a cracked skull, she is still doing better than me and Ron in every class. That's pathetic. Ron has also been trying to be more careful with how he acts out. Ha! Yeah! All for Hermione too. I always knew he had the hotts for her. I have also been noticing that Malfoy, every day, seems to get a little more depressed looking. Like, bags under the eyes, not tormenting anyone, walking slowly, hunched shoulders, he even quit riding his broom! I actually saw it in the fire, burning. I know I really shouldn't worry about him, but it isn't him, like, he isn't acting like himself. You know?

"Hey! Hey Harry, over here!" Someone said. It sounded like Ron. And when I saw a head of flaming orange hair zoom in front of me, I knew my guess was correct.

"Whoa! Hey! How did you get over here so fast?"

"Running, how else?" How could I have not guessed that? With legs that long, no wonder he fins so fast. "Anyway, I can over here to tell you that Madam Pomfrey said that Hermione is going to get out of the hospital tomorrow. I guess that crack in her skull healed faster that what she expected."

"That's great! And on the day we are going to the Three Broomsticks and everywhere else. What a coincidence."

"Yeah, I guess!"

"So, when are we going to get her a present?"

"For what?"

"For the 'Recovering of Ron's stupidity'"

"Oh yeah, really funny, Harry"

"Well, I do try my hardest."

"Ha ha. Very cute."

"Like I said, I try." I said with a smirk.

Ron just rolled his eyes. That was funny.

We started walking down to the Three Broom Sticks to grab a couple butter beers. We were there, and I happened to see Malfoy there with a weird man, he looked about in his, I don't know, thirties, maybe. He looked even more depressed and lifeless than before he was here. That's weird. The man kind of looked angry, or not pleased. This is very suspicious. I felt like Malfoy meeting up with this mysterious man is a very bad thing. But, I couldn't just go over there and say "Malfoy! You need to get away from that man! He gives me the creeps!" That would just make me look and sound weird, and make Malfoy think that I am stalking him or something.

"What are you staring at, Harry?" Ron said, apparently noticing me not paying attention to whatever he was talking about..... I think it was something out him thinking about weight lifting or something. That's just disturbing. I mean, imagine Ron weight lifting. Yeah, a disaster waiting to happen.

"Oh, umm, nothing. Just, thinking. So, what were you saying?"

"I was saying that I should get Hermione one of those puffy animal things…. You know, the ones that Ginny got. She always adored them." I was way off.

"Hum, yeah! That's a great idea! But, what about Crookshanks?"

"What about him? If he touches the little puff thing, whatever Hermione decides to name it, he will get his head down the toilet. He knows. I have done it before." He said, in a matter-of-factly tone of voice. I think he likes that tone.

"Please don't tell me that is the reason why his head smelled like the toilets at school! Please, please don't tell me that!"

"Okay Harry. If that pleases you, I won't tell you that." He said, with that horrible little goblin smirk I despise so much.

"You are demented."

"Thank you."

"Ugh!" I said, walking away, leaving a tip for the waitress. Malfoy still on my mind. Trying to push Ron's disturbing act out.

"Where are you going?!" Ron said, running after me out the door.

"Well, you said we are going to go get those puff things. Man, I can't believe I cannot remember the names of those things! Ginny wouldn't let it go when she got hers!"

"I know, but when I said that we were going to get her a puff thing, I meant me and you. Not you and the voice in your head!"

"Ha ha. You're very funny."

"I try." Ron said, in a mimicking voice. Oh so cute. Ugh.

"Okay, come on. Here's the pet shop."

When we walked into the pet store, we saw the puff thingy's pin right away. It was the biggest, and by far the most crowded. Every single little girl and a few boys were crowded around this pin!

"Which color should we get her?" Ron asks.

"What- Colors- are- there- OUCH!" I said, pushing and shoving my way through the crowd. I said ouch, because a little girl bit me. Bit me. Yeah. I'm kind of not liking this place anymore.

"Oh, come- on- OUCH! YOU NEED TO QUIT BITING LITTLE GIRL!" Ron was yelling over the crowd. Yeah. Now he knows how it feels, Geez.

"Thank you for FINEALLY getting me up here!" I said.

"That little girl really irks me. She really does."

"You're telling me, she drew blood on my arm!"

"Yeah, well anyway, what were you saying before you got rudely BITTIN?"

"Umm," I said, trying to hold my laugh in. "I was asking what colors were there"

"Well, the original colors, pink and purple, and then there are new ones, green, blue, yellow, orange, and gray. Which one do you think Hermione will like, Harry?

"I don't know. I think she will either like the purple one, or the blue one."

"I think the purple will be best."

"Yeah, it's so her. You know? The color purple goes great with her eyes an-, oh great, I'm talking like a girl now. Terrific."

"Ha ha! Wait 'till I tell Hermione!"

"Do and die." I said with a deadly tone. Hey, I can really get used to that.

We ended up getting the purple one. We headed back to the castle and walked pass Malfoy. Oh. My. Gosh. He actually looked almost dead! He looked gray, and bags under his eyes, walking all slow with his shoulder hunched. Something is really wrong.

We got up to the hospital wing, and Hermione greeted us with a smile, hugs, and I surprised look on her face when she saw a tiny cage, she couldn't look into it, but she could tell it was for her.

"Oh guys! You didn't have to get me anything!" She squealed.

"It's okay, we wanted to." We said together. yeah, this "Fred and George" theory I had is getting stronger.

"Oh! It's so cute!" She squealed.

"Glad you like it." Ron said.

Madam Pomfrey ended up letting us stay for a long time, about 2 or 3 hours. We talked about a bunch of stuff. But what I really cannot get off my mind is… Malfoy, I really cannot get him off my mind. I hate him to death, but I can't get over how he looked as me passed him going back to the castle. I know something is wrong. My theories are getting stronger. I am going to find this out. If Ron likes it or not, I'm going to investigate, and get to the bottom of this. I will find the answer.

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