A/n Thanks again to all my wonderful reviewers. Sorry about the last story. The chemical should've been C2H5OH. I'm actually a pretty smart girl; it's just that every once in a while, my blonde hair takes control of my brain!! Please forgive me for my blonde moments; I'll try to stay in control. Now that I've cleared that up, C2H5OH is ethanol. Ethanol is a fermentative product of yeast that is used to make beer (better known as alcohol)…so; Harry is a wee bit drunk right now.
Mixed Emotions Part 6
"What is it then if it's not cattyhydel?"
"It's ethanol. I've read about it in one of my father's books."
"What?"
"Ron, the substance you put in that potion has made Harry drunk," she stated.
"Very funny Hermione," I said sarcastically.
"I'm not joking," she said almost too seriously. "We can't let him go to class."
She offered to make up an excuse while I got Harry back to the common room. Harry had already encountered Draco, who knew what else he could get himself into. I caught up to Harry grabbing him by the arm. As I pulled him along into the common room, he hollered out to everyone we passed in the halls. I about slapped him when he yelled out to Cho Chang, "looking good today Chang Cho, er Cho Chang." Then he started laughing like it was the funniest thing he had ever said. I knew he needed to be restrained in a strait jacket.
When I got him into the common room, Ginny was still in there. She ran up to him and started to interrogate me. I quickly made up an excuse about the orange juice being contaminated by something. Sounded really lame, but Ginny bought it. Harry protested as I brought him up to our room.
"Harry, you're sick. You need to sleep," I told him.
"But I don't wanna slleeep. Ifell fineeee," Harry chided.
"Harry, go to sleep now."
"No Ron. I mot tirrrrd." I remembered Dean had a hammer to nail up posters at the beginning of the year. I momentarily considered finding this hammer to clunk Harry over the head with. My thoughts were interrupted as Harry suddenly ran to the bathroom. If he wasn't sick before, he sure was then.
"Whysss the room spinning," he asked as he returned through the door. He stopped at the doorway to rest his head in his arms. He did not look good.
"Harry, lie down. You're sick."
He finally listened, and lied on his bed. He eventually fell asleep after making a couple other trips to the bathroom. I headed down the stairs about the time Hermione got back from classes.
"So, what did you tell them?"
"I said that you and Harry caught a quick twenty-four hour bug."
"And they bought it?"
"Madame Pompfrey even gave me some medicine to pass on to you guys."
"Hold on to it Hermione. I think Harry is going to need it when he wakes up."
"You know, he certainly did freak out Malfoy. Malfoy was quiet all through Care of Magical Creatures. It was a nice change of scenery," she giggled.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Meanwhile, I had to stop Harry from making a fool out of himself several times."
"Well, it serves you right for trying to use a potion on him."
"You helped," I stated.
"Unwillingly."
"But, I was doing it for you."
"You were not Ron. You were jealous of your little sister, so you decided to try and mess up her life."
"I did not, I just didn't want her to get hurt."
"Are you sure about that? Think about it for a minute. Harry is your best friend. Do you really think he would hurt his best friend's sister?"
"Not purposely…"
"Of course not purposely. Now come on Ron, just let them be. I think it's sweet."
"You would," I mumbled as she ascended up the stairs to her room.
"What's that," she asked turning around.
"Nothing."
"That's what I thought."
The next day Harry was a lot better. He was acting his normal self again, thankfully, and he wasn't getting sick. Like Ginny, he quickly bought the excuse of the pumpkin juice being contaminated. He did find it amusing when Malfoy practically ran away whenever Harry got near him. I few days later, we walked down to breakfast and seeing as Ginny and Hermione was already there, quickly took a seat next to them. Then, I got to witness the very thing I was trying to prevent.
"Er, Ginny," Harry said, nervously looking down at his shoes. He became very aware of his shoelaces right then, tying and untying them as he spoke.
"Yes Harry," she too began to find the floor quite interesting.
"I was er, wondering, if, er you would er…"
"Yes I'd love too," Ginny said, swinging her arms around him before he even got to ask.
"Really? That's great," he replied, looking very relieved.
They walked of to class hand and hand, seeming to forget about Hermione and I.
"That's great. Now we're nonexistent," I said to Hermione.
"You are going to leave them alone at the ball. Correct," Hermione said in her you'd-better-agree-with-me tone.
"Yeah, whatever you say," I said while thinking the exact opposite.
"Yes you are going to, and I am going to go with you to the ball just to make sure of that."
I knew there was no sense in arguing with her. For some odd reason, she had made up her mind that Harry and Ginny made the perfect couple, and she was not going to let him stop them from becoming one. 'But maybe,' I thought, 'I can convince her otherwise at the ball.'
"Alright, but just remember, you can't keep your eye on me forever," I warned.
"You want to make a bet," she teased as we headed towards Charms.
A/n I'll make the next part the ball. Sorry it was so short, and hopefully my blondness did not take effect on this part.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.