"Here we go!"

Laurel drops a stack of at least eight thick books on one of the library tables. She hops over the bench and sits down across from Ron and Harry who were still a little sleepy.  Laurel yawns herself as she picks up one of the books and examines the title. She flips to the index and picks a chapter to being to read. She shoves the stack at Harry and Ron who grab one hesitantly.

"I don't blame you two for being sleepy. I am too." Laurel confesses. "It is eight in the morning, but we need to get some research done. If we find a counter potion to cure Hermione, you'll have her back that much quicker."

"We understand." Harry and Ron reply together. Ron's head was falling every once in a while. Sometimes he barely caught it before it hit the table.

"What time did you two go to bed?" Laurel asks.

"I don't remember." Harry says.

"I went to bed at about eleven-thirty, but I didn't fall asleep then. I think I didn't close my eyes until at least quarter-to-two." Ron admits.

"That would explain things a little." Laurel sighs.

"What do we look for anyway? I don't want to read this whole book." Ron picks up one of the books that looked to be seven-hundred-plus pages long.

"Look in the index under Brain Brews. Or there should be something similar to look under." Laurel says.

"Couldn't we just use a counter spell to the Memory Charm?" Harry asks.

"No, that wouldn't work. Once someone uses the Memory Charm on someone, they forget everything and it can't come back. Not even with a counter curse. Not if used right away when it's being cast, that is. Basically, only the Disarm Spell."

"You know too much." Ron mumbles.

"I can't help that." Laurel says. "My sister has been graduated from Hogwarts for almost three years now. My parents want me to be as much of a success that she was."

"That's like me. I have to be just like Bill or Charlie." Ron moans. "I rather be myself."

"I agree with you. I'm nothing like Rebecca, but still I have to become her." Laurel rolls her eyes. "You're lucky to be an only child, Harry."

"I wouldn't know." Harry said.

"The Clarity Draff." Ron announces from one of the books about twenty minutes later. "Rids the mind of poisons and renews."

"But wouldn't that make her loose the memory she had before she forgot us?" Harry questions. "Sounds too risky."

"What's the page number?" Laurel asks as she takes out her quill and ink.

"345 to 349 of Cauldron's Cataclysm." Ron replies.

"I know it may be risky, Harry. But we have to find as many potions as we can. That's just one of our many choices to come." Laurel explains and she writes the information down.

Laurel sighs out of the side of her mouth causing her half-grown-out bangs to fluff. They had been sitting in that library for two hours. It was now ten o'clock and they had almost skipped breakfast. Good thing they decided to do this on a day with no morning classes. The list of possible potions grew to seven and some were quiet embroidered. The most farfetched one they had was the Nostalgia Notion. Which basically washed out the entire brain and left the person as dumb as a babbling squirrel.

"Bloody brilliant, that one." Ron embellishes.

Laurel drops her quill. "I'm sorry, but these books are shit."

"You said that a little loud." Harry looks around the library to see other students staring at her, as well as the librarian, Madam Pince.

"Maybe Hagrid could help us." Ron suggests. "He did help us with the Chamber of Secrets. Still haven't told him how nice it was to send us to that Aragog. Bloody spiders." Of course, he was being sarcastic on the last part.

"Hagrid wouldn't be a bad idea, though." Harry says. "Plus, a plain visit wouldn't be bad."

"You guys visit Hagrid? Oh, that sounds…fun." Laurel says. "I've never done it, of course, but I could always do something new."

"Let's go then and leave these dirty books." Ron closes the one he was reading and gets up to leave. Laurel and Harry follow.

They start walking down the semi-deserted hallways and continue to chat on what they found in the books in which they researched. Up ahead, they could hear a familiar shout. It was Hermione's voice. It mentioned Neville, so he was probably asking her out again. Ron and Harry mumble something about him longing too much, poor kid. Neville passed them eventually when a mighty red face.

"Why don't you go and talk to Hermione." Laurel suggests.

"She won't listen. We've already tried that." Ron says.

"Yeah." Harry agrees. "She gets all pissed for no reason."

"Oh, I see. So, to put it into my sort of language: You guys seem to set off her PMS a little early." Laurel says, then laughs at Harry and Ron's blushed and wide-eyed expressions. "Oh, this is too much fun. Curse being in an all women house. I get too used to saying that stuff around them, they don't care."

"Go ahead." Ron's voice cracks.

Harry laughs.

"Shut up."

"You guys both shut up!" Laurel says. "Hermione's coming."

"What do we do?" Ron asks.

"Oh, that's easy! You just got to force it!" Laurel laughs and grabs Ron by the shoulder and pushed him out into the corridor as she and Harry hide behind a statue.

From behind the Boar Statue, Harry and Laurel could hear quite well, but couldn't see too fine. They heard Ron say his hello, but Hermione only gasped in astonishment. A loud crack echoed through the corridor and they saw Hermione stomp off. Ron slowly comes behind the statue with a very large scowl on his face. His cheek was unbelievably red. The crack must have been Hermione slapping him.

"Thank you…Laurel." Ron growls.

"What?" Laurel said in a tone of how-could-I-have-done-anything-wrong?.

"Thanks to you, Hermione now must hate me more then ever." Ron goes on.

"Why?" Laurel repeats.

"When you pushed me out into the hallway…" Ron pauses at embarrassment. "You made me accidentally touch her."

"So?" Laurel says. "You grabbed her arm, big deal."

"No, Laurel!" Ron bellows. Harry understood and cupped both his hands and placed them on Ron's chest. Ron bats them away. "Don't do that!"

"Oh!" Laurel gasped and put a hand in front of her mouth, then giggled. "Well, anyways…you never know. Some girls like that." Laurel stands up from her crouching position and starts to leave. "I'll see you two tonight after dinner in the library so we can continue our little search." With that she was gone.

Ron was still rubbing her cheek. "Bloody Hell, she's dirty."

"She wasn't like that last night." Harry recalls.

"Well, she said she was from an all women house." Ron says.

Harry and Ron get up as well and head back for the Gryffindor Common Room. It was actually really silent on the way up. Harry missed Hermione, but he kind of liked this man-bonding time. They could really talk about stuff they couldn't around Hermione. A certain question was just itching his brain.

"Ron,"

"Yeah? What?"

Harry paused and kept quiet. "What was it like?"

"What?" Ron looked at him weird.

Harry laughed. "What did they feel like?"
            "Harry!" Ron blushed immensely.

Harry laughs again. "It was just a question."

Ron points his finger. "Don't every ask me that question again."

"You liked it, didn't you?" Harry smiled.

Ron bites his lip. "Damnit."

They both crack up in laughter. After a while, "No really, what did they feel like?" Harry asks again.

Ron runs up the flight of stairs and looks back down at Harry. "Feel your own."

The two boys only laugh harder.

That night after dinner, Harry and Ron meet Laurel in the library once more to look things over a second time.

"I'm sorry 'bout earlier." Laurel says to Ron. "Didn't mean to push you, ahem, into Hermione."

"It's a…that's okay." Ron says. "You kind of started a trend."

"What?" Laurel asked confused.

"Harry was feeling his up in the common room." Ron laughs.

"Was not!" Harry said shocked.

Ron giggles for a second. "Just kidding, just kidding."

Laurel blushes, making her olive green eyes stick out even more. "Okay, then…Hehe…The best one we have is the Reminiscence Remedy. It's the closest to our situation but it will take a while to make, plus, it will be a gradual recovery. We have to help the patient along, it says. The book says the shortest time it has been completed was two months."

"This is going to take way too long!" Ron says.

"I know, but it's all we got." Laurel sighs.

"We have to pick something, Ron." Harry replies. "The quicker we pick out a potion, the quicker we get Hermione back."

Ron chocks up. "I know."

"Just think of it as baby steps, Ronald." Laurel puts a kind smile on her face. "Our feet are too small and our legs are too stubby. We're just learning and it takes many tries to get across one room. We don't have the adult hands to guide us. We're doing this on our own. There has to be patience, dedication, and a yearning to succeed."

Ron takes out the picture of Hermione from the Yule Ball out of his robe's pocket and watches her pretend to dance with an imaginary man. "I got two of those. I just need someone to teach me patience."

"We'll get through this." Harry says. "Best Friends never truly 'break up'."

"You're right. Well, Laurel, what do we need for this potion." Ron perks up.

Laurel smiles at the job and starts to list the ingredients from the book down on a piece of parchment and then sticks it in her pocket. "We'll just stop in the pharmacy at Hogsmeade next weekend and pick some of this stuff up. We already have some of the ingredients in are normal potions supplies."

"Wicked."