Hermione was running down a dark corridor. She was scared to death. There were shadows chasing her and ghosts throwing bricks and nasty spells at her. She ran, ran, ran, and tried to hide, but to her surprise she found that her feet were glued to the floor. She tried to scream but she couldn't produce a sound. Then she heard laughter. 'That voice...' she thought 'Where have I heard it before?'

Then there was a bright flash and a bang and before her appeared a figure, laughing madly. Hermione 's eyes widened in fear. That was the same laughter she heard the day she realized what Ron really was like... She tried to scream, only to find out her mouth's been sewed together.

''Hello, Granger'.' The Bellatrix whispered in her ear. ''Ready to have some fun?''

Hermione's eyes snapped open as she woke up. She sat up immediately, panting widely. She realized where she was, and saw Ron's red hair resting on a cushion next to hers. She calmed down immediately and every drop of fear was replaced with admiration and love for the young man.

She smiled to herself. 'What a stupid dream. How silly of me to think that Ron could be a bad man. I mean, just look at him, sleeping like this. Oh, I know! I'm going to go make us some breakfast!' She tough happily. She stood up, stretched her back and put on some clothes. She gently kissed Ron on the cheek. ''Mmm, you smells soo good. I could just eat you up!'' She whispered to him in his sleep. It was really a captivating smell. Every sniff of it filled her with love and joy, and she felt like she couldn't get enough of it. It smelled like some kind of shampoo, mixed with the smell of brand new parchment. 'That's funny' she tough while giggling. 'Has Ron been studying? That's not like him at all.' And there was something else. Some kind of a plant? Yes, smelled like freshly cut grass. 'Mmmm, the nicest smells in the whole wide world.' She tough while she was standing up, still smiling with pure happiness. She silently opened the door, careful not to wake her prince up. She closed it behind her in the same way and began walking towards the kitchen.

Then something weird was starting to happen. With every step that she took, she felt less and less in love with Ron, and her memory of the events at the ministry becoming clearer by the second. By the time she reached the kitchen she had to stop and lean on the door frame. She just couldn't understand why she reacted the way she did when he came over. Why did she let him sleep in her bed again? How is it possible that one second she lover him like mad, but another she just want him to go away and never come back? She slowly turned around and started walking back towards the bedroom. Not the whole process seemed to reverse. The closer she got to the bedroom, more she started wondering what was it that Ron did wrong, and why would she want him to leave. She opened the bedroom door, and inhaled the sweet scent of her boyfriend. She could never get enough of it. But then something in her mind started to click.

Parchment? Grass? Why would Ron smell of those things after coming out of the hospital. And the combination seemed somewhat familiar. She just stood there motionless, her mind trying to remember what was going on. Then she moved her arm to her face and pinched her nose. Nothing happened. Just as she was ready to let go, it hit her. All the hate tumbling back in one second.

''I tough so.'' She said quietly. She went to the middle of the bedroom where Ron's clothes were, and picked up his pants. She did a quick search of his pockets and found a little bottle there. 'Amortentia in spray' said the sticker on it. 'Charms your beloved when you can't.'

So that was it. Ron used a love potion to get her in bed? Hermione froze. Was he suspicious? Did he remember anything? She looked at his sleeping figure. No, he couldn't. Not yet at least. He was probably just horny and didn't want to take chances on getting laid. That moron. That... argh!

Hermione picked up her wand, ready to give him a big plate of pain for breakfast. But she forgot that she shouldn't let go of her nose. After smelling a couple of breaths of Amortentia she just wanted to cuddle with him and she couldn't remember why she was so mad at him anymore. With inhuman efforts she forced herself to leave the room and go to the kitchen. Once she was safe, she saw that she is still holding the bottle in her hand. ''Well,'' she said to the empty kitchen, ''I'd better make some permanent antidote.''

Ron woke up about two hours after Hermione. At first he couldn't remember where he was, but soon he remembered all about the previous day. How he got out of the hospital, how he went to buy Hermione flowers and then remembered it would be a good idea to get Hermione some aphrodisiac. Just to make her... Relax... He smiled at his own wit. Then he got to the Potions store, and the closest thing to what he wanted was the love potion. And boy, it was the best thing he's ever bought. Hermione's never been this wild before. He grinned, very satisfied with himself.

''Speaking of Hermione, where is she?'' he muttered. He jumped out of the bed, and went to putt his pants on. He reached in the back pocked pocked for the potion bottle, and sprayed another dose onto his neck. 'Let's see what it does to her today...' He tough He decided he won't put his shirt on so Hermione will be attracted to him even more. He opened the bedroom door and went to the kitchen. ''Mmm, something smells nice!'' he said loudly.

''Not as nice as you.'' Hermione said to him, while putting her arms around his neck and kissing him. ''Do you have a new perfume or something? You never smelt like this before. It's nice. I like it.''

Ron blushed. Shit. Was she suspecting something? She shouldn't notice anything strange about the smell... No, if she would notice anything she wouldn't hug him like that.

''Would you like to take a shower?'' Hermione said in a weird voice.

''Errrr... No, let' s just eat, I need to get back to the burrow quickly to... lend Ginny my books and stuff.. . And I promised mum I'd be back too and...'' Ron swallowed hard. Washing the potion off his chest will make quite a difference and Hermione would surely notice that something isn't alright. Maybe he shouldn't have used the potion this morning.

''Poor boy, you have so much to do. You're right. Let's just eat.''

Hermione put some hot toast on the table, together with fried eggs and bacon.

''I made you your favorite breakfast, because I love you sooo sooo sooo much. And only yesterday I realized how much I truly love you. I never want to stop loving you. Ever.''

'Okay, this is starting to get creepy.' Ron tough He finished his meal in record time, said goodbye and wanted to leave.

''Wait, Ronny. You forgot your shirt. You can't go out there looking like that. But you can certainly stay here.'' She put it between her teeth and looked at him seductively.

He just stood there, tentative as hell, but then he just took the shirt out of her mouth and said a quick 'Thanks', followed by a kiss on the cheek. He then left the scene in less than ten seconds. He threw the bottle in the first litter bin he saw and promised himself to never buy one again.

After the door had closed, Hermione sat down and smiled at a picture of her boyfriend.

''Don't mess with me, Ron. You're just plain too stupid for that.'', she whispered to it.

Another week has passed and Hermione was starting to pack stuff she needed for school. She and Ginny went shopping in the Diagon Alley. Ginny was not very keen on the idea that a Death Eater will be staying at Hogwards, but Hermione seemed to calm her down.

'Well..'' Ginny said after they've completed their usual shopping routine, ''I don't think I can carry any more than all this.''

''Well that's not strange, regarding you bought half of the Quality Quiddich Supplies. Why do you need four robes again? And didn't you get a new broom last year?'

''No I did not. And for your information, I train a lot and I don't want to look all dirty and wrinkly while riding a broom. I want to do it like a lady.''

''Ginny Weasley, playing Quiddich like a lady? What, next thing you're going to attend potions classes?''

''I am offended, Hermione!'' Ginny said in fake hurt voice and then started laughing. ''No, actually I bought four because I managed to ruined two beyond repair last year and then I kept obsessing over the last one. So this year I'm buying four!''

''Who could argue with that logic...'' Hermione said sarcastically. Well then, I still have to go somewhere. You go ahead and wait for me in the Leaky Cauldron. I'll be there in ten minutes.''

''Where are you going?''

''Nowhere... Just.. books?''

''Come on, you are not fooling me.'' Ginny said, grinning.

''Okay, if you must know, I have to do some research on the early life of Voldemort, so I'm going to the Knocturn Alley to get some literature.''

Ginny stared at her blankly. ''This is about her, isn't it?''

Hermione said calmly:'' Yes, it is. You know I always like to approach things scientifically. The point of holding Bellatrix captive at Hogwarts for me is getting to know her. Getting to the root of her. Knowing all about what made her the way she is, so we can prevent it from happening again.'' 'And to get her to pass all of her knowledge down to me.' She added in her head.

Ginny sighed. ''I know you're going to do it no matter what ti tell you so just do it. And try staying away from trouble.''

''Oh, you know me, always trouble-free.'' Hermione laughed. ''Now seriously go to the Cauldron and order a large Butterbeer for me. I'll be there before you know it.''

With this words she turned around and walked towards the darker part of the town.