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The snow turned into rain, and it was in perfect harmony with Hermione's feelings. Although spring was there and the landscape became green again, she still was sad. Even Ginny couldn't cheer her up. She paid more attention in class than before and her homework was even more perfect. She did anything to get over Draco. Which was hard, even though he had gone back to being his old self; marching through the corridors like he owned them with Pansy on his side, clutching his arm. Luckily she only had potion with Draco. As she walked to the dungeons for her double hour potions, she could the platinum blond leaning on the wall, with his Pansy talking to him. Why would he want her? Thought Hermione, why would he want such a stupid girl, who only cared about money and rank. She could never make him happy, but nor could Hermione. They were the only three students in the corridor. Draco looked up when he heard her approach. He said nothing, he even didn't nod. Pansy turned her head and also saw her, but opposed to Draco reaction, she has to say something.

'Why are you here mudblood?' asked Pansy.

'I'm here because I have a double hour potions in about five minutes and I had nothing to do, so I decided to be early, as always,' responded Hermione. She could have come up with cleverer responses, but she was too tired, due to the long sleepless night. She wandered if Draco heard her, when she cried softly in her room in the Head's dorm. After talking the night to Lyra in the kitchen she decided that she would pretend that everything never meant something. She was just stupid t believe Draco and his charms. After all he was the Slytherin Sex God.

'Don't act like you're clever,' said Pansy annoyed.

'Well, maybe compared to you, I'm just clever,' muttered Hermione, hoping that Pansy wouldn't hear it. It was fake hope and Pansy turned a bit red.

'Drakie, you can't let that filthy mudblood think that she is better than me,' said Pansy with a high pitch voice. Hermione had to laugh, and felt a bit better. Draco may have got over here, but he defiantly degraded with his relationship. Knowing that, she felt a bit better, but she still missed him. Although they had been together for less than a week, he made her feel special.

'Say something like that one more time to my girlfriend, and I will make sure that you wished that you were never born,' said Draco coldly, before Pansy occupied his attention. Hermione had to look away, she couldn't stand the sight of them kissing.

'You already do,' said Hermione softly to herself. She threw a glance at the couple concluded that they hadn't heard her.

'Please, either stop snogging each other's faces off, or go and get yourselves a room. I don't want to go to the girl's lavatory to empty my stomach contents into the toilet bowl,' said Lyra behind her. Hermione was so relieved that she was here. At least now she didn't have to watch Draco. He looked really annoyed.

'Why are you here?' asked Pansy, clearly angry because someone had the guts to make her stop kissing her beloved boyfriend.

'For you must know, I came here because Draco and I agreed to make out, but I see he decided to use someone else from his list. Ah well, maybe next time,' said Lyra dryly and turned around to face Hermione. Over Lyra's shoulder, Hermione could see Pansy hitting Draco. She couldn't hide a smile. Pansy strove off, looking really pissed.

'Why,' asked Draco angry. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and his eyes showed nothing bur fury. Hermione felt a bit scared. Lyra turned around.

'You can do much better than her,' she said looking Draco in his eyes. She didn't look scared at all and it made Draco even angrier.

'It is not up to you to decide whom ever I date,' yelled Draco and stepped closer.

'I was just trying to safe you image, Pansy is no good,' Lyra crossed her arms and she looked really calm.

'Like you know,' sneered Draco.

'Okay, maybe I don't know who is good, but I defiantly know who isn't. No one in their right mind would believe such a stupid excuse. Drake, I want to help you, but what you're doing right now is just ...,' Lyra sighted. She walked up to Draco and placed her hand on his shoulder. Draco looked at her and shook her hand off his shoulder.

'What if I loved her?' asked Draco.

'Ha, I know when you love someone. You shine just by thinking about her, talking about her. I know you Draco, you can't fool me,' said Lyra. All the time Hermione was quiet and tried not to interfere. Lyra and Draco forget that she was there. At that moment Professor McGonagall walked around the corner. Only Draco seemed to realise that she was still there and he threw he an angry look. Why did he do that for?

'Ah Miss Black, you're here, fantastic. Now everyone, let's go inside,' she opened the door and the three of them walked inside.

'Ehm professor,' said Hermione, 'where are all the other students and why are you here?'

'They are in their dorms, Miss Granger,' said the Headmistress, turned and walked to the counter, where she laid down a book.

'But why are we here then?' asked Draco, standing in the other end of the classroom.

'One of the students and a teacher got poisoned and you three have to make the antidote. We fear that someone may poison more students,' professor McGonagall looked worried, 'take all you need and hurry up. You have to make the Anti-Cor-Fractum potion. Good luck.' She walked out of the room.

'But who are poisoned?' asked Hermione, before professor McGonagall closed the door.

'Professor Slughorn and David Rice, from MGS,' the professor closed the door.

'An Anti-Cor-Fractum potion? Even Aurors aren't able to make that potion!' said Draco and he kicked the table.

'What is the poison?' asked Hermione.

'The poison is called (Cor frangitur). It is a poison that works silently. Translated it means shattered heart. It starts with abdominal pain and it gets more severe, until the body's immune system can't fight it anymore and the poison reaches your heart. But I don't understand. That poison is almost impossible to make. You need such rare ingredients. I mean a Hungarian Horntail's blood, venom of an acromantula to say some. I don't understand why would you want to make such a poison? And even if you want it, how would you get the instructions? It's not like there is such a book in Hogwarts. Plus the antidote is even more difficult,' said Lyra

'But how can it be detected? If it such a rare poison?' asked Hermione, she just had to ask something.

'Luck,' answered Lyra, 'Come we need to get started.' She told Draco to get a cauldron and he walked out the room, doing exactly what she said, to come back a minute later with a big cauldron. He placed it on the fire that Lyra made, before she walked to the ingredients closet. He filled the cauldron with water, by a flick of his wand. Lyra came back and they started.

'Ehm, what do you want me to do?' asked Hermione. Lyra and Draco looked up simultaneously. They formed the perfect team. Draco looked at Lyra.

'Take the book on the counter and see if you can find the antidote. It is written in Ancient Runes, and that is something I'm bad at,' said Lyra.

'Wait, you're bad at Ancient Runes? How so?' said Hermione before thinking.

'Is it possible that you two talk about that after the potion is finished,' said Draco and he took his sweater off, due to the heat that was there due to the fire in the classroom. Under it he was wearing the white school blouse. Lyra also took off her sweater. Hermione walked to the counter, picked up the book and opened it. She scanned the text for the antidote.

'Have you found it already?' asked Draco. There were sweat drips on his forehead. Hermione couldn't belief that it could get this warm in a matter of minutes. Apparently it did.

'No, not yet,' said Hermione annoyed. She was doing the best she could.

'Don't you want to take off your sweater?' asked Draco. He was right; the room was getting way too warm. Hermione put the book on the counter and took off her sweater. Pff, that was much better. She continued scanning the text. Suddenly she found it.

'I got it!' said she quick.

'Miss Black, you have to go to the hospital wing, helping Madam Pomfrey with the victims,' said suddenly a voice behind her, scaring her up. She turned around wondering who it was because she didn't hear someone come in. Behind her flew the Bloody Barron.

'You're fine with me leaving?' Lyra asked looking to Hermione and Draco. Hermione nodded.

'Just go, keep them alive until we're finished,' said Draco and Lyra took her sweater and back and ran outside the room following the ghost. Hermione read the instructions. It only took them three hours to make.

'What have you done already' asked Hermione, without looking at Draco.

'I heated the water,' said Draco. Oh, they were had a long way to go. Hermione sighted and read on and understood what so difficult was. They had to time everything with the utmost precision. This was going to be the most difficult potion she ever had to do. She walked over to the cauldron, only to notice it was way too hot over there.

'You need me here?' asked Hermione. Draco looked up.

'Yeah I do,' said Draco and he opened his blouse a bit. For the first time Hermione got to see part his bare chest. It was really distracting. She tried her best to resist the urge to touch it.

'Ehm, hello? Can I have your attention?' asked Draco, waving his hand in front of her eyes. Hermione blushed.

'Yeah, ehm, sorry,' said Hermione quickly.

'That's okay, what is up next?' asked Draco. Hermione turned back to the instructions.

Draco and Hermione hung with their heads above the cauldron. They had spent the last three hours together preparing the potion. It had been so awkward. Half way through, Draco decided to open his blouse completely, due to the warmth in the classroom. It took Hermione a lot of strength not to look at it. She knew it would only distract her. She had never worked like this together with Draco before. They made a good team. Hermione couldn't think about it, it would only make her want him more. Luckily Draco couldn't see her blush, every time their hands touched, when they had to hand each other the ingredients. The three hours seemed like days and Hermione hoped that the potion worked. Not just for herself, so that the self-pity, the constant thinking about the fact that she and Draco couldn't be together, but also for the people that were ill, that they would be cured. Sweat dripped over her forehead. She wiped it away with her forearm. If they did everything correct, the potion should be light violet right by now. It was more reddish brown.

'Merlin! We did something wrong,' said Hermione, No, it had to be right, because she couldn't stand another hour with Draco alone in a classroom, where he was half naked. No Hermione, don't think about that. But as she thought that, the potion started to change colour and it slowly turned lighter, until it was light violet. Could it be? Was the potion finished?

'We did it. We did it!' screamed Hermione, jumping up and down. Hermione felt do happy, they did it; they made one of the most difficult antidotes! Without thinking she hugged Draco. And he hugged her back. She could clearly feel his muscular chest. He lifted her and swung her through the air in a circle. When he put her down and let her go, she looked at him. He looked sweaty, and tired. But she had to confess, he did most of the work.

'I didn't know that you were so good at potions. I always thought that Snape just gave you good marks,' said Hermione, and after looking at Draco's staged hurt, she realised what she had said and felt her cheeks get even hotter than before.

'I'm so sorry, I didn't meant it that way,' she quickly apologized, looking down and biting her lips. Draco laughed and placed his hand on her chin to lift her head.

'You are forgiven,' said Draco smiling. Hermione felt a shiver running through her spine when he laughed at her. Without thinking she leaned in and pressed her lips on his. The moment their lips met, Hermione felt so happy. This was what it always had to be. She never wanted to let Draco go, regardless of what her friends would say. She felt Draco hesitating, almost resisting the temptation of kissing her back. Whatever made him hesitating, made him pull away.

'Sorry, I didn't think. Come let's bring the cure to the students,' said Hermione embarrassed and she turned around. Draco rejected her, again. She shouldn't have kissed him. What was she thinking? How could she, the person who always knew what she did, suddenly do something so foolish?

'Yeah, we should,' replied Draco. He closed his blouse and Hermione pick both of their sweaters of the counter. Draco lifted the cauldron with his wand, chasing her to the hospital wing. There they found Lyra running around.

'Ly,' said Draco. Lyra looked up and she looked relieved.

'What took you guys so long?' she muttered to herself, loud enough for Hermione to hear it. She blushed. With a flick of his wand the cauldron stood on a table and it was surrounded by glass beakers.

'How do we know it works?' asked Hermione suddenly.

'We don't,' said Draco and he started to fill the beakers, 'we can only hope.' He brought the beaker to David, carefully letting him drink of it. Hermione never knew Draco could be that elegance. He stayed very calm, even though David was coughing everything out.

'Come Hermione, we need every hand. Just make sure that they ingest it,' said Lyra, who just filled her beaker and walked to professor Slughorn. Oh yeah. Hermione took a beaker and filled it with the potion. She walked over to a bed. On the bed laid a little girl, no older than 12, who seemed to be from Ravenclaw, and brought the potion carefully to her mouth. Slowly she let the liquid fall into the girl's mouth. Suddenly she started to cough, very loud and hard.

'Listen, I'm Hermione Granger and you have to trust me. If you don't drink this potion you will die. It will make you better I promise. Just drink it,' begged Hermione to the girl. It seemed to help and she took little gulps. Hermione could she how much determination it took from that girl to swallow the potion. Hermione kept talking to the girl until the beaker was empty. When she was done, her eyes were full of pain and it made Hermione feel guilt about giving the potion.

'Hermione! We only have limited amount of people, we need you,' screamed Draco from the other side of the room. Hermione stood up and ran back to the cauldron. When she refilled her beaker, the door of the wing slammed open and more people were dragged in. Oh no, there were over twenty people now, infected. How bad was this? Who had done this? Hermione kept on running between the cauldron and the patients. She kept muttering to them about how it was going to make them better, but every time she had to give the potion, she felt guiltier. She kept running and running.

'Any improvement?' asked Hermione to Madam Pomfrey, but the women shook her head. Hermione was determined not to give up and kept running. She didn't feel the pain in her legs, or the fact that she was tired. The adrenaline was rushing through her veins, causing her to keep going. Fill the beaker, run to the patient, mutter apologizes when they have to drink it, then run back to the cauldron, refill the beaker, run to another patient, mutter apologizes and ran back. Hermione was doing it on Automatic pilot. After the last patient had been given the antidote, Hermione was curious if it really worked. She walked to the little girl from Ravenclaw and sat down next to her bed.

'What is your name?' Hermione asked her.

'Alison,' answered the girl.

'Alison, you are going to be better, I promise,' said Hermione and took her hand. The girl looked up and gave her a little smile. Vaguely she heard Madam Pomfrey checking everybody for improvement. She watched how the girl slowly fell asleep. When she saw the girl peacefully sleeping, Hermione noticed how tired she was. Everything hurt, and Hermione had difficulties keeping her eyes open. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around, seeing Draco behind her.

'Come Hermione, let's go back to the dorm,' he said and pulled her of the chair. One moment she stood firmly on her legs and the other moment she fell against something soft. Where was she?

'Hermione, stay awake,' said a voice somewhere in the distance. It was a voice she knew, but she didn't know who it was from. She felt her eyelids close, and tried to fight the sleep. She felt that her feet didn't touch the ground, and the next thing she knew, was that she was put onto something soft and warm. Something touched her feet, or rather something happened to her feet, but she couldn't figure out what. Out of nowhere something was placed onto of her, not something heavy, but light and warm. It felt kind of like a blanket. Suddenly her head was lifted for what looked like a second and it was placed onto something soft. She felt at ease, comfortable and sleepy. And she drifted off to sleep.

I hate myself for doing this, but it is the only way. I suffer everyday when I see her hurt. I don't want to see her hurt. I want to be the one to comfort her, not the one that hurts her. She will never want to see me again. I'm in so much pain, longing to touch her, to kiss her. I have to restrain myself so that I won't slip. I have to be mean. I don't want to be mean. I want; well I don't know what I want. I want her to be safe, but I also want her to be able to love me and I can't have it both ways. Why is life so unfair? I've made myself an enemy with the two people I don't want to be enemies with. Everything is rushing through my head, and I can't sleep. I keep seeing her face in my mind, yelling, screaming, in pain, that I caused. My life is worth nothing, absolutely nothing.

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