Author's Note: Hey again! I've had a lot of free time, so I have been writing these chapters like crazy. I have a few more to do, then I'll finally be done. I'm going to get all of this up before I go to my dad's, so then I can start up on the sequal when I get back. Thanks for sticking with me so far, guys. All questions will be answered very soon, so just hang in there.
Alright, here's chapter eleven of Girl, Let Me Love You. Enjoy.

"If I don't... I'll lose control..."

The words kept echoing through Ron's head. He didn't know what to make of it. He knew something must be wrong, but he couldn't figure out what. After Saturday, Hermione went back to her normal self. Now she was just studying like crazy, she hardly even went out to see Malfoy. She just sat in the same arm chair in the common room, studying deep into the night. And every night, Ron would watch her, trying to find something wrong. But he found nothing. He tried studying, because he knew that exams were closing in, but without Hermione's help, it was harder than normal. Even though that whole broom closet thing had happened, she was still acting mad because of what he had said at breakfast on Saturday. This left him with only Harry as his study partner.

"What's the purpose for multiple incantations for the dousing spell?" Harry asked in a bored tone. He peered over the edge of the book he was asking questions from to look at Ron. He was totally spaced out, gazing over at Hermione. "Earth to Ron... Ron... RONALD WEASLEY!" Harry had to practically shout before Ron even noticed he was being spoken to.

"Huh?" He let out, snapping back to reality. Harry sighed.

"Never mind," He said. "Why are you so distracted lately?" Of course Harry was still completely clueless about the whole situation, Ron hadn't exactly been sharing everything with him. So Harry was still in the dark, even about how Ron and Parvati's "date" had gone. Harry hadn't even gone to Hogsmeade, said he'd been there enough this year. But Ron was pretty sure he just stayed behind because he didn't want to be pulled further into the whole Ron/Hermione/Malfoy saga. So, he wasn't going to pester Harry any further.

"It's nothing," Ron lied, looking down at his hands.

"Like I believe that," Harry said. "What's up?"

"Oh, you know. The only thing that's been up for the past few weeks. Harry, do me a favor a just stab a fork in my heart at breakfast tomorrow."

"Don't be stupid. Your ribs would block the way," Harry replied, looking back down at his book. Ron glared at him and then sighed again. He tried to look down at one of his books and study some more. But it was useless. If he would have been able to concentrate, it'd be a miracle. He had to get this figured out, otherwise he'd never be able to study, meaning he probably wouldn't do to great on exams. Ron stuffed his things back in his bag and got up.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

"I'm going to talk to Hermione," Ron said simply. Harry shook his head, but Ron ignored him and walked over to the corner where Hermione was sitting. He sat down in the chair opposite of her, she didn't look up. "Hermione?"

"Hmm?" Her scribbling suddenly became sharper, scraping across the parchment she was writing on.

"About yesterday..."

"What about it?" She snapped. He was somewhat taken aback by her reaction, but he continued.

"About what happened in the broom closet," He lowered his voice, "What was that about?" She finally looked up at him.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. Now, excuse me, but I have someone to go see," She said stiffly, putting her things away. She raised out of her chair and walked out of the common room. Ron sank into the chair, closing his eyes.

"Ron." His eyes snapped open. Where Hermione had just been sitting was now occupied by Parvati.

"Oh, it's just you, Parvati..." He said wearily.

"Yes, it's me," She replied. "Look, I've been thinking that this whole Hermione and Malfoy business was pretty fishy, and since I owe you big time for helping me with Seamus... I did some research of my own. You see, yesterday I saw Pansy Parkinson glaring after Hermione and Malfoy. And she was muttering."

"Go on..." Ron urged.

"Well, what she was muttering about is what interested me. She was muttering about potions."

"Potions?" Ron repeated blankly. Parvati smiled mischievously and held up a leather bound book. She opened it up to a certain page and shoved the book into his hands.

"Potions," She stated again, pointing to the page, winking, and then walking off again. Ron stared down at the page and gasped. Of course...

The next morning Ron got up early, took a shower, and threw his robes on. He tucked the book Parvati had given him into his bag along with his other books. He took his bag and walked briskly down to the Great Hall. A lot more people were down eating breakfast early today, since they actually had classes today. But Ron was pleased to see that Malfoy was already there eating with most of the other Slytherins. Ron smirked and took a seat at the Gryffindor table by Harry. In his rush to get down here, he hadn't even noticed Harry was out of bed.

"What are you looking so happy about?" Harry asked, an eyebrow raised.

"No reason," Ron replied cheerfully, taking a big bite of toast.

"You are seriously starting to worry about me, Ron," Harry said.

"You won't have to worry for long, though." Harry gave him an odd look.

"You're not going to murder someone... are you?" He asked slowly. Ron laughed.

"No," He said, grabbing more food.

"Good." The whole time he kept his eye on Malfoy, not wanting to miss his chance. "Ah, exams are in a week. I need to start having Hermione help me out some more... I have a feeling I am missing some very important things in some of my notes..." Harry started talking as they ate.

"Mmmhmmm..." Ron let out absentmindedly.

"I thought Hermione wasn't even talking to you."

"Yup," He suddenly got up, seeing to that Malfoy had just made for the Great Hall's doors. "I gotta go Harry, see you in class."

"But you hardly ate anything!" Harry called after him.

"That's great!" Ron yelled back and rushed out after Malfoy.

"I truly wonder how much I should worry about that boy sometimes," Harry said to himself, shaking his head as he watched Ron leave.

"Malfoy!" Ron shouted when he got out of the Great Hall. Malfoy turned around at his name, a dull expression on his face.

"Weasley," He said calmly. "What do you want?" Ron grabbed Malfoy's sleeve and dragged him into the nearest room. Which happened to be the broom closet Hermione had pulled Ron into the previous Saturday, but he didn't notice. "What the hell are you..."

"Shh! I can't just talk to you out in public like that," Ron stated.

"Ah, so you've finally come to confess your undying love for me, eh, Weasley? How romantic... a broom closet where I can't see a bloody thing."

"You wish," Ron sniffed, then took his wand out of his pocket. "Lumos!" The small closet quickly filled with a pale blue glow. Malfoy had an amused look on his face.

"So you here to confess to me or what?" He asked. He seemed to be enjoying himself.

"Not exactly. What have you been doing to Hermione?" Ron demanded.

"Why, jealous?" Malfoy asked, smirking. Ron showed his teeth. "That's what I thought. But you don't have to be jealous any longer... Ronald. You can have me. Just say the word." Ron backed up against the wall. What was he saying?

"I don't know what you're on about, but-," He was cut off by Malfoy. He suddenly burst out laughing.

"I'm just kidding you, Weasley. You don't have to get so jumpy," He said, leaning against the opposite wall casually, like this was normal for him. "Okay, so what do you want."

"Look... what have you been doing to Hermione?" Ron regained his seriousness. Malfoy looked suddenly embarrassed.

"That's quite a personal question, don't you think? But if you really want to know... we normally go into a broom closet much like this... hey, I actually think this is the one... and we-,"

"STOP IT!" Ron almost screamed, clutching his chest. Malfoy put his hands up.

"Woah, calm down. You asked, I just assumed you wanted an answer..." He said slyly.

"I didn't mean like that!"

"Then what did you mean? You are wasting my time, Weasley. Get on with it." Ron took off his bag and pulled the book out, opening up to the page Parvati had shown him. He shoved it right into Malfoy's face.

"Look familiar?" Malfoy narrowed his eyes as he read the page's contents silently. He pushed the book away and crossed his arms.

"I don't understand what you are trying to inquire here, Weasley," Malfoy said like he was annoyed. Ron glared at him and cleared his throat.

"The Love Potion," He started, glancing back up at Malfoy. "If brewed correctly, the 'victim' will instantly fall in love with the maker, or first person they see after they drink the potion. The potion's effects will wear off after a few days. Some side effects can include-," Malfoy slapped the book out of Ron's hand. He looked up, startled at what Malfoy did. There was something he'd never really seen in Malfoy's blue-grey eyes, fear. Somewhere outside the closet, a bell rang.

"I don't have time for this nonsense, Weasley! Look what you've done, now I'm late for class! Get out of the way!" He started yelling, his laid-back attitude had suddenly dissolved.

"So that's what you've been up to, eh, Draco?" Ron said, a sly smile playing at his lips.

"Why would I want, or have to give Hermione a Love Potion? You don't even know what our relationship is like, so I suggest you stay out of it," He spat, and then shoved Ron out of the way and stormed out of the closet.

"I may not know why you wanted to have Hermione fall in love with you... but I sure will find out," Ron said to himself.

Victory is mine, Draco Malfoy. Your little game won't go on for long...