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"You're sick."

Sighing furiously, Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother. "No, I'm not!" she protested through gritted teeth.

The itch on her throat was unavoidable. She woke up that morning with a very sore throat and runny nose. But there is no way would she admit to Ron or even to herself that she was sick. She just knew the consequences.

The prickle on her throat began to rise. She gulped, trying to stop it. No, please… don't… stop yourself…

But it was too late. With a loud noise, she sneezed.

Ron smirked triumphantly. "I told you so."

Ginny scowled irritably as she wiped her nose. "Oh come on, its just a minor cold. Can't I just go and visit Hogsmeade, please?" she asked in her most pleading voice, sneezing vigorously afterwards.

"One word is enough. You'll stay here until you're fine." Ron instructed sternly.

Ginny stared at him in horror. "You're not gonna let me stay in the Hospital Wing… are you?"

"Of course not!" Ron said. "What am I, a terrible brother?"

"Do you seriously want me to answer that?" she said in mock seriousness, a playful grin uplifting her lips.

Ron scowled. "Seriously, Gin. You'll stay here in your dorm and you wont get up until I say so. Understood?"

"Understood," Ginny replied in defeat, plopping back on her bed.

"Good I'll be back approximately in 3 hours. I'll be with 'Mione at Hogsmeade. Harry's doing something heaven knows what. If you need something, um… Lavander and Parvati are here so just call them," Ron finished hastily.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Like I would do that," she muttered to herself icily. She smiled at Ron. "Ok, ok. Have fun then. Bye!"

Ron gave her one last apprehensive look then disappeared out the door. Ginny frowned. She wished they would go to Hogsmeade already.

All I know is I'm not spending the whole day in this damn bed!

***

Draco woke up that morning and the sound of a tapping noise was the first thing he heard. He looked out and saw a small owl pattering at his window.

He yawned widely and groggily stood up and opened the window. The owl flew above him and chirped brightly.

"Get down here you pesky owl," Draco snapped dizzily.

He reached for the letter and let the owl out in his window. He went over to his bed and sat down. He lazily skimmed over the letter and recognized Ginny's neat handwriting at once. His heart jumped excitedly as he tried to focus. He straightened up and read it again.

Draco,

          Right now, I'm ill. I was forced by my so-called brother to stay here at my bed. I think I need a hot doctor again.

Heh heh. Help me get out of this boredom. I heard you were a good doctor and a pretty good entertainer too. Want to have the same payment again?

                                                                                                                                                                          Ginny

Draco couldn't help at Ginny's amusing quirks. He stood up and went out his dormitory, climbed down the stairs and was about to go out when Pansy blocked him, a smug smile curling up her lips.

"Going somewhere, Draco?"

***

"Something wrong, 'Mione? You seem so oddly silent since we got here."

Hermione tore her eyes away from the butterbeer she had been staring at for the last 10 minutes and met the concerned eyes of Ron. They were sitting at a booth near the window at the Three Broomsticks where almost all of the Hogwarts students usually hang out.

"Uh, were you saying something?" Hermione asked him, her eyes unfocused and distracted.

Ron sighed edgily. "No, it's just that I have been speaking for the last 2 hours since we've arrived at Hogsmeade and it seems that I'm talking to myself! And my two best friends are quite troubled and preoccupied without me knowing it at all which makes me troubled and preoccupied." Ron paused and scowled. "ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???"

Hermione blinked obliviously. "Uh, what?"

"Look, just never mind, ok? Whatever," Ron snapped and looked outside.

Hermione heaved a sigh. She had been lost in thought since the incident last night. She didn't mean to eavesdrop on them, really. And now that she did, she regretted it very much. But a part of her felt grateful that she heard them. If she didn't, then Ginny would be miserable. Hermione frowned. She remembered all of it like it was just yesterday.

-=-=-= FLASHBACK =-=-=-

Hermione walked out of the library late last night and walked towards the Gryffindor Common room. She climbed down the spiral staircase and passed the hallway full of classroom. In a matter of seconds, she heard a voice, a sickly sweet voice, coming from the classroom just beside her.

"Oh, Potter, you know we both have the same problems."

Hermione cocked an eyebrow. Wait just a minute here… Harry and Pansy?

Being inquisitive, she tiptoed her way to the door and put her ear outside.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Parkinson, but I don't know what you're talking about," came Harry's emotionless voice.

Pansy's giggle sounded like a gorilla gurgling, which filled the whole room. "Oh, you do. Or you just don't want to understand?"

Silence.

Hermione pressed her ear closer to the door.

"There is nothing to understanding." Harry's voice was firm and raspy.

"Are you sure?" Pansy asked, her footsteps loud and clear. Hermione visualized Pansy walking around Harry.

There was a pause. "No."

Hermione breathed a soft sigh. "Don't do this, Harry."

"Ooh, I knew you would soon open up, Potter," Pansy said softly. "We undergo the same problem about the two inseparable couple. But the only one who can help us is we ourselves."

Hermione closed her eyes. "Don't give in, Harry. Don't give in."

There was another long hesitant pause. Hermione crossed her finger.

Then…

"What do you have in mind?" Harry asked. Hermione opened her eyes in surprise. She could almost see Pansy's triumph and smug smile.

"Oh no…"

-=-=-= END OF FLASHBACK =-=-=-

Hermione frowned sulkily again. Harry had made the worst decision in his life.

And speaking of decisions… she was about to make one now. Is she going to cover up for Harry or was she going to tell Ginny?

Love or friendship?

Harry or Ginny?

Oh, God, help me…

***

Draco was taken aback. He hasn't expected this at all. His eyes flickered angrily on Pansy.

"None of your business, Parkinson," Draco growled. "Now, out of my way!"

But Pansy made no sign of movement. "Well?" Draco demanded.

"Well, Draco," she began callously. "It is none of your business but I'm afraid it's your father's concern."

"What do you mean?" he queried; his voice couldn't help but quiver. "How would you know? You don't have any communication with my father."

Pansy's eyes twinkled victoriously. "As a matter of fact, I do," she stated. She held up a gold, glossy envelope. "Need more proof?"

Draco's eyes widened. He's being spied. Every movement he did was to be said to his father. By this nosy slut.

"Well?" Pansy demanded disdainfully.

"And what did he said in that letter?" he drawled sluggishly, rolling his eyes.

Pansy held up her high importantly. "To keep you in my sight," she said simply.

Draco groaned dolefully. "Whatever," he muttered.

Pansy nodded conceitedly. "Ok, lets go then."

Draco raised his eyebrows to her. "What?"

Pansy grabbed his arm. "Lets go," she repeated.

Draco yanked his arm roughly. "Where?"

Pansy smiled furtively. "You'll see."

***

Ginny groaned impatiently.

"Draco, where the hell are you?"

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To be Continued.

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