Disclaimer: All characters and places in the Harry Potter series are owned by J.K. Rowling. I have created a few characters and places of my own in relation to this story. But everything else is owned by Rowling.

Chapter 11: "Doctors and Nurses"

"Are you ready?"

"Let's just get this over with." Draco settled himself on his four-poster bed while Dylan made sure the door was locked. "Are you sure that door is locked? We don't want anybody barging in."

"Not even Alohomora can get it opened."

"Great. Now let's get started." Draco opened the vial and immediately smelled the strong scent of the potion. He took the medicine dropper and dipped in inside. He withdrew it and placed three drops of the potion in a goblet of pumpkin juice. Using his own finger to stir, he carefully mixed the juice with the potion. "I think this is ready."

"Drink up."

Draco took one large gulp from the goblet and noticed that the taste of the juice was still the same. He was waiting for an after-effect, a sort of dizziness or headache, or maybe a weird sensation all over his body, but there was none.

Then just as suddenly, Dylan sat beside him, carrying a piece of parchment and a quill, and started throwing questions.

"What's your name?"

"Draco Malfoy."

"Who is your father?"

"Lucius Malfoy. Wait. Is this really necessary? And why do I feel like I'm just answering the questions from my own free will?"

"We're just getting started. I just want to make sure that it's really working. Now, when was the last time you had sexual fantasies?"

"Just last night. Hey!"

"Now you're talking," Dylan said, grinning.

"Now can we proceed to the more important questions?"

"Relax. We're just getting to the good part. Um, do you think you're hot?"

"Yes. What kind of question is that?"

"Just making sure you're still you. Okay now, who is the most beautiful girl in school?"

"Hermione Granger."

"Good. Now, do you think Hermione Granger is hot?"

"Super. Hey!"

"This is cool," Dylan commented.

"If you keep on doing this, I swear I'll shove that bottle down you're throat," Draco said.

"Okay, sorry. But don't you think it's fun?"

"I don't need a potion to admit that Hermione Granger is hot. Now ask the real questions!"

"Here we go. Do you love Hermione Granger?"

"Yes."

"How much do you love her?"

"With all my heart."

"Are you willing to love her more than you love yourself?"

"Yes."

"Do you believe in unconditional love?"

"Yes."

"Do you think your love for Hermione is unconditional?"

"Yes."

"So, you're willing to love her no matter what?"

"Yes! Where is this going? You're getting redundant."

"Just be patient. Here, do you think you can be satisfied with only a friendship with Hermione?"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"You heard me."

"I can't believe this." Dylan stood up and left the parchment on the bed. He took the bottle of Veritaserum and poured all of its contents into the goblet. "Now drink this."

"What?" Draco stared at Dylan like he was a madman. "I'm not going to! Look, if you don't want my answers, then it's not my problem."

Dylan was still holding the goblet in front of Draco. "I just want to make sure that it's working properly. What if your emotions are still there, holding you back?"

"Nothing's holding me back, Dylan. You know that."

"Then it wouldn't hurt if you drink more juice."

***

"Hey, feeling okay?" Harry just brought Hermione some food. Ron was dozing off on the other bed, oblivious that he had been sleeping for three hours and counting.

"Ron seems more tired than me. I'm telling you, I feel okay. There's no need for these doctors and for all these tests," Hermione said.

"Well, we'll have to make sure that this won't happen again. This is all for your own good, anyway," Harry said.

"But I'm getting bored in here, just lying in bed all day." Hermione looked out the window. "I should be studying or practicing some spell. There's a lot to learn."

"I think you've learned enough already. Including the fact that you're not invincible from illness," Harry said, kissing her on the forehead. "I have something for you."

Hermione grinned. "What is it?"

"You're not the only one who knows how do to spells, you know." Harry took out his wand and pointed it on the space beside Hermione. "Orchideous!"

A bouquet of fresh flowers appeared from the tip of his wand and landed beside Hermione. "This is beautiful, Harry!" Hermione smelled the roses and Harry could see the brightness on her face. "Thanks."

"I'd do anything to make my girl happy." Harry leaned over and they kissed. They felt it would never end. Until somebody cleared his throat and made Hermione almost jump from bed when she opened her eyes.

When Harry turned around, he almost fell at Hermione. "Professor Dumbledore!"

"I see I've missed a lot ever since I left," Dumbledore said. It was embarrassing enough for the headmaster to see them making out, but it was too much when the whole horde of doctors and nurses were there. "I think it's time to wake up Mr. Weasley," he said, gesturing at Ron as he moved towards them.

"Harry, Hermione, I would like you to meet the best doctors I know." Both Harry and Hermione were amazed at the work Dumbledore has put up just for Hermione's illness. There were like twenty doctors filling up the ward and they could not even see Ron anymore because of the growing crowd.

Two doctors came forward beside Dumbledore. "This is Doctor Louis," Dumbledore said, motioning for the tall doctor on his right, about his height, wearing square framed eyeglasses. "He's the best muggle doctor in England."

"I'll do my best to be able to diagnose your illness, Ms. Granger. I'll prove that magic isn't everything," said Doctor Louis.

"Magic may not be everything, but it is something. Don't worry, Hermione, isn't it? I'll help you get rid of this sickness, if you know what I mean," said a bearded man on Dumbledore's left, who was a lot shorter than Dumbledore. It also wasn't hard to notice that standing beside the headmaster like that made him look like Dumbledore's miniature version.

"This is Doctor Wellington, best magic doctor in England. He runs St. Mungo's," Dumbledore explained. This doctor wasn't wearing a uniform, and was rather wearing a casual outfit: jeans, shirt, a vest, and a yellow scarf. The only identification in his body was the green band he was wearing around his right wrist. Upon seeing that both Harry and Hermione were looking at it, he immediately put up his wrist for everyone to see.

"I see you've noticed my wrist band. I'm kinda fond of it. Gives me the feeling that I am always at St. Mungo's," Doctor Wellington explained.

"That explains your behavior," commented Doctor Louis.

"Excuse me?"

"Boys, Boys. Stop arguing in front the patient," said a voice Hermione recognized. Harry thought it was Madam Pomfrey. Then they saw that the crowd was parting to let in another person. When Hermione finally saw who it was, she gasped. "Mom!"

"Mrs. Granger?"

"Glad to meet you Harry, Professor Dumbledore," she said.

Hermione kneeled on her bed and threw her arms around her mother. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, honey. I was so delighted when they contacted me. But not so much when they told me why," Mrs. Granger said. "Are you okay?" she asked, surveying Hermione from head to foot. "Well, you look fine to me."

"That's because you're here, mom," Hermione replied.

She gave her mother another hug. "Oh, that's so sweet, honey."

"Oh, I almost forgot. Hermione, your mom is here to take care of you. She will be your own personal nurse, well, aside from Madam Pomfrey, of course," Professor Dumbledore butted in.

"Really?" Hermione asked.

"Really," Mrs. Granger said, beaming widely.

"Er- no offense Mrs. Granger, but, aren't you a dentist and not a nurse?" Harry said.

"Yes, I am, and I am proud to be. But I am her mother after all," Mrs. Granger answered.

The only thing Harry could do was smile.

"Okay! Enough of the moment!" shouted Madam Pomfrey, who just emerged from her office. "Professor, my patient needs a rest," she said. "And would somebody please wake Mr. Weasley up! He's getting squashed in there!"

Harry and Hermione gasped when they remembered Ron. As the crowd slowly departed, he gradually became visible on the other bed. Professor Dumbledore took out his wand, waved it in the air, and a very loud and audible sound of Mrs. Weasley screaming for Ron to wake up was heard.

Ron instantly sat up, eyes still closed, and began grappling at the air. "I've got you now, I've got you now!"

"Ron!" Harry shouted. "Ron, wake up!"

When Ron opened his eyes, he saw Harry, Hermione, Professor Dumbledore, a thin woman with bushy brown hair he recognized after a second as Hermione's mom, and Madam Pomfrey, all gaping at him.

"Uh, what did I miss?" Ron asked, turning red all over the face.

"A lot, Ron," Hermione answered. "A lot."