Title: Revenge Sweet or Not?

Author: Gia

E-Mail: divinechild18hotmail.com

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Time: 5th year.

Summary: [Sequel] Draco has an annoying voice in his head. Harry's got a psycho pendant. Firenze is possessed. And Voldemort's got a secret weapon. What more could you want?

Disclaimer: I own not a thing.

Author Notes: WOW!! I got a lot of reviews! Not bad. Okay, it seems that my chapters seem short? Okay, no problem! I'll try to make them longer! Hehe, actually, I'm writing this story off the top of my head, so I have absolutely no idea where this is going, but hey, I'm not totally messing up on it yet, am I? Let me say the DADA teacher is Remus Lupin cause I want him to be.

The sounds of spoons and forks, were ongoing in the amidst the sounds of students chattering. Harry, being released in the morning, was sitting beside Ron, chatting happily about Quidditch. Unknown to the two, they were under severe inspection by someone else.

Hermione was very observant. She had keen sense that picked up on things that seemed out of place. And right now, she couldn't help but keep glancing at Harry. Dealing with the few ideas she had in her head, she thought back to where it started.

Flashback

"Ow! You stepped on my foot!"

"Sorry, 'Mione."

Sighs. "Just stick close and don't step on my feet."

Huddled under the invisibility cloak, which seemed a tad smaller than when they were just in 1st years, they quietly headed to the Infirmary to check up on their best friend.

It seemed to take ages, because of their slow progress in turning around the corners and making sure to watch out for anyone coming their way. Hermione led, while Ron would keep track on the Marauder's Map. His eyes scanning over the corridors, he stopped when he noticed a black dot, labeled Draco Malfoy walking from the Slytherin Dorms.

"Hey..Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"Malfoy, he's sneaking out of Slytherin Dorms. D'you think he's up to something?"

"Oh come on Ron, forget about him."

"Aw, come on. This is the perfect opportunity to catch him doing something wrong and--"

"And we get in trouble with him for being out two. Honestly, use your head. Or have you forgotten what happened last time?"

Shuddering, Ron closed his eyes when a vivid image of Aragog popped in his head. Unfortunately, closing his eyes was a very bad idea, especially when the person in front had stopped walking. Bumping into her rather harshly, he almost cause both of them to topple over.

"Why'd you stop?"

"Ron!" she hissed, and pointed ahead.

Filch, the caretaker, was quickly heading down a hall in front of them. A triumphant grin on his face.

"Maybe he's found Malfoy out!" he asked hopefully.

"Ron," obviously exasperate, "just forget him, we're almost to the Infirmary anyway."

After a few bumps and turns, they managed to safely walk into the Infirmary without meeting anyone on their way. Crossing the rooms quietly, they found Harry's bed quite easily, especially since they had their wands.

Walking up to his bed, both gazed down at Harry. His face was creased in a frown.

"He looks so pale."

"Wonder what he's dreaming about."

"What I want to know, is why he just collapsed. I know it wasn't about his scar. It doesn't add up."

"Maybe it doesn't have to. Harry's finally fainted the right way." he explained, amusement written in his face.

"Ron!" and promptly slapped him, lightly, on the arm.

In mock pain, he dropped his wand, and feigned agony. Clutching his arm as if it was stabbed. Hermione couldn't resist a small giggle. Smiling at succeeding to make her loosen up, he bent down to pick up the wand that had rolled under Harry's bed.

Hermione turned to Harry. Scrutinizing Harry closely, she took note that Harry was indeed, very pale. She felt his forehead, it felt slightly warm. Looking around quickly, she found a small basin of water with a white cloth beside. Reaching over, she accidentally kicked Ron, causing him to his head.

Letting loose his knowledge of curses, he backed up from the bed to glare at her from below.

"Hermione! Great, you just made me roll the wand farther under the bed!" grumbling to himself, his head disappeared under the bed, as he vainly reach for his wand.

Congratulating herself that she had made them even when he stepped on her foot. She turned back to the basin, wringing the cloth over the basin so she didn't end up soaking Harry's head. She brought the cloth over to Harry.

She lightly patted Harry's forehead. The cloth almost drying, since she had practically wringed out all the water. Hoping she had helped Harry somehow, she felt his forehead. It had grown hotter, and distinctly showed a bright red where the cloth had touched.

Frowning, she brought her head closer to inspect. No doubt about it, it seemed like his skin had gotten redder and hotter, as if it was lightly touched by something hot.

'That can't be right. The water isn't even hot.'

Turning, she heard a small 'Aha! I got you!'. It seems Ron got his wand back. Crawling backwards, Ron stood up, clutching the wand. He took Hermione's spot beside Harry's bed, and checked on him. He, too, noticed his slightly red forehead.

'Poor guy, he's probably just hot.' Not even thinking about what Hermione was doing behind him, he cast a cooling charm to alleviate Harry's 'pain'. He was satisfied to see the redness disappear entirely.

Hermione came back from behind him clutching a now wet wash cloth.

"There's no need for that, Hermione. I noticed Harry was hot, I just cast a cooling charm on him. And look.. See? The redness is gone." Raising an eyebrow at him, she walked over to Harry's other side to see for herself.

Just like Ron said, the redness was indeed gone. Leaving Harry, his unblemished (apart from the scar), yet pale forehead. She still held the wet cloth in her hand, she had wanted to try something.

"Come on, Hermione We should go. Harry's going to be fine." Looking up, Ron was already at the door, holding the invisibility cloak. She sighed and nodded, and was about to walk towards him, when she distinctly heard the door opposite the entrance beginning to open.

Panicking, Ron threw the cloak over himself, while Hermione ducked beside Harry's bed. Seconds later, Madame Pomfrey walked in, holding her lit wand in front of her. She looked around the room, she had sworn she heard soft footsteps and voices. She looked around once more, and went back into her room to sleep.

Both students standing absolutely still, they breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the door click shut. Hermione stood up, in her haste, she had gripped the cloth tightly, causing it to drip on the bed and floor. She took one last look, and gasped loudly. A tiny drop of water had landed on Harry's finger, which was currently smoking from the contact.

Not wanting to alarm Ron, or attract the nurse's attention, she wiped the water of Harry's finger. It, too, was red like Harry's forehead. She cast a cooling charm, just to see if her idea was--- yes! The redness had disappeared.

'Interesting.' She duly noted this, and followed Ron out of the room, safe under the Invisibility cloak. She would make an early trip in the library this morning.

End of Flashback

Which was why, Hermione Granger, was watching Harry's every move with caution. 'Some type of vulnerability to water, and who knows what else! If this isn't something to worry about, then I don't know what is.'

Feeling a bit resigned, she vaguely acknowledged that the weather was befitting her mood. The sky's were still blue as ever, but the clouds were currently obstructing the view of the sun. She moved her fork around the syrup, lazily watching it drop from the fork into the plate.

Ron and Harry, finishing their discussion, had noticed Hermione's distant look. Scooting closer to her, they asked what was wrong. She looked them in the eye, ready to tell them about last night. When sudden sunlight filled the Great Hall. It seems that clouds had finally parted.

She had instinctively looked up, and looked down to tell them. Her eyes widened. Harry had jumped from the table. Trying to shield himself from the sudden onslaught of light. He felt hot, so hot! He looked at his arms, they were starting to blister. Panicked eyes looked at his friends, pleading for help. Hermione sat, mouth agape. While Ron had jumped up to help his best friend, who looked ready to melt.

A few eyes turned to see what was going on, but they only watched Harry run from the Great Hall. Ron had run after, immediately followed by Hermione. The students broke out in whispers.

"Severus…"

"No."

"Now, Severus.."

"No."

"Severus. If you don't stop. I will personally hex you with the worst one I know."

"…" Sigh.

"Alright. Now listen, you know I cannot see as to what had happened. I just want you to check up on them. Unnoticed of course. Just to see if they can't handle it."

Snape's lips curled, almost into a grin.

"I.. trust you to be unbiased in handling the situation. If they can handle it, you are not to meddle into it. But I think it wise, for you to tell me what they know." Albus gave him a stern look.

Feeling like a student being reprimanded by his teacher, he nodded slowly and quietly exited the Great Hall in search of Harry and his friends.

Dumbledore turned around to face Minerva. So looked ready to ask a question, but decided not to. Right now, they had to focus on things at hand. The future was yet undecided, and their course of action was one that was not favorable amongst those in the resistance. They would see in time.

Right now, he was glad no one had noticed the abrupt exit of their Potions Teacher. The rumors, no doubt, would circulate. He just hoped they would not affect Harry.

Surprisingly, Dumbledore, was wrong. Or, let's just say inaccurate. One pair of gray eyes did see. He was currently thinking of what had happened. How a small curse, turned into something more. Right after Harry's exit, a familiar owl had dropped a letter in his lap. A letter, written by his father about a sinister plan thought up by the Dark Lord himself. Regarding the one person Draco had tried to get out of his head. Harry Potter.

A/N: AHA!! Now, Snape is on this. What's their course of action they don't want to take? What will Snape do when he finds them? Will Hermione tell them what she thinks or keep it to herself? Is Ron gonna figure anything out at all? What's this plan, and why should Draco be a part of it? So many questions, and so little time to answer… I guess you'll just have to wait for the next chapter!