Chapter 7: The Detention

As Hermione woke from her curled up state on the infirmary bed Madame Pomfry bustled over with a glass of water.

"It's lunch time if want to grab something to eat dear." She said smiling at the girl.

"Thank you." was Mione's only response. She had missed all her classes except for two, and somehow she wasn't the least bit upset. Harry would have taken notes for her as best as he possibly could. She stood up and walked down towards the Great Hall making her way to the Gryffindor table and taking a seat next to Ron.

"There you are." He said. "Feeling better?"

"Kind of, I'm still sleepy though." she put some food on her plate and glanced up at the teachers table scanning the faces until she came to Bill's. He nodded and looked down at his plate. Looking at her own Mione realized there was another message in the wood.

Feeling better? It said.

Tons, I don't know why but I couldn't sleep last night. She responded.

I see. Here's to hoping you can sleep better tonight. And with that the conversation was over and no one had known it even happened, except for a certain redheaded girl with prying eyes.

Bill left the Great Hall shortly after his conversation with Hermione and went to check on Fritz who had taken a liking to jumping on the house elves and pinning them to the floor. Dobby seemed to be the only one who could handle him and for that, Bill left an extra few knuts on the table every so often. Walking through the doorway to his room he noticed that on the coffee table there was a note and a box of chocolates. Dobby walked out of the bathroom and ran over to hug Bill's leg.

"Those came for you earlier Mr. Weasley, someone requested them from the kitchen just for you!" He said motioning to the gifts. Bill picked up the note.

Professor Weasley, I just wanted to say that I had a crush on your brother once but now I like you. I can see why the guys all run after Ginny, obviously you got the good looking genes.

Always,

Your Secret Admirer

Bill stood there holding the note for a moment before turning to the elf, "Do you know who sent this?" He asked.

"Oh, she asked us elves not to tell you since she can get in trouble for it." He said patting Fritz's head as he walked up and sniffed the chocolates, growling at them almost inaudibly before backing away.

"Thank you Dobby." Bill said setting the note down and picking up the box inspecting the outside carefully. Then he took out his wand and mumbled a spell and watching as the candy inside turned bright orange. "Love potion." He said to no one in particular vanishing the box and turning for the door. "I'll take care of Fritz after the rest of my classes Dobby." He said waving as he left.

The next class for the trio was transfiguration which went by smoothly. At the end of the class, however; professor McGonagall called Hermione to her desk.

"Are you feeling alright Miss Granger? I heard you fell asleep in Mr. Weasley's class this morning." The old witches face turned from the normal rough edge it had to a soft almost motherly look.

"I feel fine now; I didn't get much sleep last night. I guess it's all been catching up to me since first year." The women laughed as the professor laid a light hand on Hermione's shoulder.

"Just remember that you don't always have to do your work a month before it's due." She smiled and returned to her desk as the bushy-haired girl left the room to meet up with the boys for their next class.

Walking down the hall towards arithmancy Hermione turned a corner and ran into someone causing her to drop all her books. "Sorry." She said leaning down to pick them up.

"Watch where you're going next time mudblood." came a snide voice from above. Hermione stopped what she was doing and sighed.

"Honestly Malfoy, why don't you grow up and stop trying to be your convict father." Standing with all her books she gave him a cold look and walked right past him. After arriving at her class and sitting down Hermione finally released the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. That comment would anger Malfoy and she would never hear the end of it from him and his little group of "friends."

After the lesson, she all but sprinted through the halls towards Gryffindor tower to get rid of her books and catch up with Harry and Ron. But when she got there Ron was in the corner pouting with Harry and Ginny glaring at him.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked walking up to the group cautiously. Her hands were stuffed inside her pockets clutching her wand in case Ron tried to beat one of them senseless.

"Ronald here has taken to coming up with conspiracy theories about why you were so tired this morning." Ginny replied, not taking her icy stare from her brother. "One of which being that you are pregnant."

Her gaze shifted back to Ron whose ears had started to turn bright red. "Honestly Ronald, you would think that maybe I was just up all night and just wanted to sleep!"

"But what if something happened and you were drugged?" He retorted his face now matching his ears. "There's a lot of shady things going on Mione and you know it! Who's not to say that maybe something was slipped into your pumpkin juice at dinner last night?"

"Who's to say something was?" Hermione yelled back. "I was simply up all night tossing and turning not being able to fall asleep. I wasn't drugged, I'm not under some spell, and I'm NOT pregnant!" Ron shrunk into his chair, the theories of his were incorrect and even he knew that but he was always the one coming up with stories about why things happened.

Bill sat at his desk, the note unfolded next to a stack of papers. Moving another essay over to the side he yawned, comparing hand writing was exhausting and his eyesight was starting to blur from staring at the papers for so long. Checking his watch and stretching he stood placing the note in one of his drawers. He had to make sure Fritz was taken outside before he went to bed, stepping through the portrait to his living space he was once again greeted with a gift. The room smelled of the three dozen red roses sitting on his coffee table, once again accompanied by a note.

Professor Weasley, I'm sorry if I'm being forward with these gifts but I hope you like them.

The note had the same hand writing and a box of chocolates sat on his table.

"I wonder if I feed these to Fritz if that will tell me who's doing this..." Bill thought outloud.

A/N: I know it's been a long time but with college it got kind of difficult to write so I'm catching up now. Hope you like it!