Author's Note: I think this is my last day. I'm not so sure... because I might not be going. It's a little confusing, oh well. I'm going to try and write the last chapter(s), it may either be one or two more. Ah, I am so tired andI don't know why. But I'll get this stuff up, I promise... and if I don't, I promise you can yell at me or something. >>
Okay, so this is the thirteenth chapter. Enjoy it! It's a little interesting at some parts, but I love making things twisted and interesting, as you can probably tell by now. Alright, I'll shut up now. Thanks for all the reviews guys!

Ron ran so hard he thought his heart would explode. He was ahead of the other three, but he could hear their footsteps behind him and their panting. He finally skidded to a halt in front of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and rushed inside. A seventh year girl had Hermione's head laying in her lap, while another girl was trying to snap Hermione back into consciousness by splashing water against her face. Moaning Myrtle was even watching quietly in the air. The girls looked up when Ron came in. Myrtle was the first one to speak.

"Come back for another visit have you?" She said solemnly, looking down on them.

"How long has she been like this?" Ron demanded. A flash of excitement had shown on Myrtle's face. She loved to talk about devastating things like this.

"Oh, she's been in here since lunch hour. Just kind of sat on the floor for awhile, she didn't look to well. She passed out a few hours ago. For awhile I thought she had died, you know, the way she was all stiff and pale like that. I was relieved when she didn't return as a ghost... I don't fancy sharing my toilet... in most circumstances..." She said dramatically, then took a quick glance at Harry when she said the last part.

"Why didn't you tell anybody?" Ron asked angrily.

"Oh, well, I don't like leaving my toilet, as you can probably guess. Besides, why should I do any favors for her?" Myrtle replied, pointing down at Hermione. A disgusted expression went across Ron's face.

"We need to take her to the Hospital Wing, now," He said hoarsely, spinning back around to where Hermione was. The other girls nodded and let him pick Hermione up. He cradled her carefully in his arms and then turned back around. "Move," He ordered Parvati, Lavender, and Harry, who where standing in front of the doorway, looking panicked. They stepped out of his way and he jogged back out of the bathroom. The group followed his lead.

Ron glanced down at Hermione as he was going to the Hospital Wing, she was really pale and her eyelids looked dark. How had she gotten into such bad shape? A grim look crept onto his face as continued to run. He reached the Hospital Wing out of breath, but he didn't care that he could hardly breathe. Madam Pomfrey made her way over curiously when she spotted Ron.

"What happened?" She asked Ron sharply, glancing up at him.

"I... I don't know," He managed to let out. He heard the others arrive behind them.

"What are all of you doing out here?" Madam Pomfrey said, startled at their sudden appearance. She looked back down at Hermione. "Right, the girl." She took Hermione and placed her in a nearby bed. She took Hermione's pulse and some other tests. She looked back at the group. "She seems to be overdosed with something... intoxicated." All of them exchanged glances. "Do you have any clue to what happened? I need to know if I am going to help her recover." She sounded urgent.

"... Love Potion..." Parvati muttered, her eyes wide.

"What was that?"

"We think that someone has been using a Love Potion on her," Ron replied this time.

"A... Love Potion? That's ridiculous, those are illegal!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed.

"But it's true!" Harry said.

"Even so, I'd need proof. Besides, if I am going to do anything about it... I would need to know what kind of Love Potion was used... there are more than one kind. But this is very serious. An overdose of a Love Potion over a certain amount of time can easily mess up a person's body and mind. That's why they are so illegal. Using a potion to make a person fall in love with the maker against the drinkers will and good judgement is bad for the mind. Depending on how long this has been given to her, there could be lifetime effects. I can flush everything out of her system and restore her health... but there are some things you cannot regain," She explained very quickly. Ron gave Harry a look of horror.

"We'll get the potion to you as fast as possible!" Ron spoke, confident.

"Good! Now get out, the lot of you... I need to do some testing and see if I can flush her system. But that's all I can do until I know what remedy I need to use... out!" She pushed them all out of slammed the door in their faces. Harry rounded on Ron as soon as the door shut and the others went back to the Gryffindor common room.

"Exactly how are we going to get that potion to her so soon if we don't even know how he's getting it?" He sounded frustrated.

"Like you said, we'll watch him when the mail arrives. I'm sure he's ordering from some illegal potion shop. He's got all the right connections, probably doesn't have to pay a single Knut," Ron replied.

"True... but... even if we know how he's getting it... how will we get it from him?"

"We'll find a way... even if it means messing up Malfoy's smug little face. Oh, I'd love to do that..." Ron said, a nasty smile showing on his lips.

After they discussed some plans, the two hurried back up to the dormitories. Ron was anxious for the next day. Would they finally find Malfoy out? He hoped so. And he hoped Hermione would be alright. The night seemed to take forever, he rolled over about a million times, never able to make himself comfortable. He hardly got a wink of sleep. And telling by the lack of deep breathing from Harry's bed, neither had he. Despite the fact that Ron only got a total of about five minutes of sleep, he wasn't tired when he got out of bed early the next morning. He pulled on his robes and went down to the common room; his normal routine. Only, this time, Hermione wasn't there to greet him like normal. His stomach sank a little when he remembered just how bad this was. Harry came down a few minutes after Ron.

"Morning," Harry mumbled, sitting in a chair by Ron. He looked really exhausted, there were dark circles under his eyes.

"Do you reckon we should go to breakfast, then?" Ron asked immediately.

"Yeah," Harry replied, rubbing his eyes. "Let's go." They got back up, Harry had some difficulty, since he had only just sat down. They left their school bags in the dormitory, they didn't really plan on going to class today. They couldn't care less if they got detention. This was for Hermione.

They left the common room and made their way slowly to the Great Hall. Ron glanced down at his watch. 7:33 a.m., they had enough time. Mail normally arrived around eight, unless there was a bad storm and the owls were a little late. Ron and Harry sat down on the Gryffindor table's bench. Ron gaze shot to the Slytherin table first thing. As usual, Malfoy was there, enjoying breakfast with his two cronies. He didn't seem too worried that Hermione wasn't there. Maybe he didn't get the memo that she was intoxicated because of his stupid actions. Or maybe he really didn't care. But he has told Ron yesterday that he had cared... but then again, it was Malfoy. He was probably lying about that. Ron couldn't be so sure.

Ron nibbled on a piece of toast while he watched Malfoy. Well, he wasn't really seeing Malfoy. He was kind of in a hazy, dazed state because of the little amount of sleep he got. All he could see was light and blobs, but he didn't really notice.

"Ron!" A small, sharp pain and voice cut through his daze.

"What?"

"The mail should be arriving in a few minutes. Snap out of it."

"Why'd you hit me?"

"So you'd snap out of it."

"That still hurt, though..."

"I don't care, just pay attention."

"Fine," Ron mumbled and put down his half eaten toast, looking up at the ceiling. The ceiling was showing that today was one of those days where there was a clear sky, no clouds, but the sun was no where in sight. It must be chilly outside... Ron thought. There was suddenly a loud hoot and owls started to flood into the Great Hall, dropping packages everywhere. Ron's thoughts came back to reality and he looked back over to Malfoy. Harry was watching intently, too. As they had anticipated, a small package with dark purple wrapping had been dropped in front of him. He picked it up and tucked it into his robes. Then he pulled out a little pouch and inserted what looked like two Galleons into a pouch that was tied to the owl's leg. He gave the owl a piece of toast and it flew back off. Ron looked to Harry.

"That's it! He was ordering it from a shop..." He said. "Now we just need to get it from him."

"Are you thinking, what I'm thinking?" Harry asked, a mischievous smile appearing on his face.

"You know it," Ron nodded, smirking.

"Hey, Draco," Harry said casually, leaning against a wall outside the Great Hall. He was right by a certain broom closet that everybody has a memory in, except him. Malfoy froze on his way out from breakfast and looked at Harry.

"Potter," He said in return.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Harry asked, motioning for him to come over. He hesitated, but walked a few steps closer.

"What is it?"

"Come closer, silly," Harry said, a small smile tugging at his lips. Malfoy took a step back, giving Harry a strange look. Harry just grabbed his wrist before he could get to far away.

"Ah!" Malfoy let out as Harry pulled him into the broom closet. Harry pushed him against one of the walls, closing the door. It was pitch black, but Harry didn't bother to light his wand. Harry pulled himself closer to Malfoy, making it so he could get out. Their bodies where practically slammed together. Malfoy's eyes were bulging, this was scary. "I-I-f this is a-a-about G-Granger... I'm s-s-sorry! J-Just l-leave me alone, P-Potter!" Malfoy yelled with panic.

"I'm here doing this and all you can think about is some girl?" Harry replied, sounding outraged. "How insulting. I thought you were into this kind of thing, Draco. I just wanted to show you-," Harry cut himself short and found the opening to Malfoy's robes. He slipped his hand inside, feeling around.

"W-What are you doing?" Malfoy was shaking. Who knew something like this would freak him out so much? Harry found was he was looking for and slipped his hand back out. He backed away from Malfoy. He could hear a sigh in the darkness. Harry tucked his hand into his pocket and took out his wand. He pointed to where he knew Malfoy was.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Harry cried. Malfoy stopped making noise and fell rigidly onto Harry. "Ah!" Harry pushed him to the floor roughly. He pocketed his wand and walked out of the broom closet. Ron hurried over to him from where he had been hiding.

"Did you get it?" He asked eagerly.

"Yeah, once I started the whole 'coming onto him' thing, he practically went to pieces. So it was easy. Here," Harry pulled the dark purple package out of his robes and gave it to Ron.

"So, why isn't he coming out?" Ron asked, looking back at the closet.

"Oh, I gave him the full body bind, just in case. Now Filch can find him or something," The two chuckled and they hurried off to the Hospital Wing.

"This is the stuff then? It's in the package?" Madam Pomfrey asked suspiciously.

"Yes," Ron and Harry answered together. She examined the package first. She came upon something that made her gasp. "What is it?" Ron asked, wringing his hands slightly.

"The wax seal... says that this came from Marva's Marvelous Mixtures," She replied, fingering the seal.

"What... what's Marva's Marvelous Mixtures?" Harry asked.

"A place that brews a lot of illegal and dangerous potions. The only reason why they are still allowed business is because they have a lot of good connections with people from the Ministry, plus, no one knows where they hold the business. So... it'd be hard to arrest the people that work there. They only do owl mail delivery," She explained. "So that's where this came from... Which student was giving this to Hermione?"

"Draco Malfoy," Ron said instantly. She sighed.

"No wonder. That boys father is one of the reasons that place is still open for business. But Malfoy could be expelled for this. I am taking it directly to Dumbledore... right after I fix Hermione up, of course. I never leave a patient that is in need of medical attention," She said. She opened the package and examined the potion. "Right... I have the remedy's ingredients around here. I can make it up and give it to her. I don't think she will have any problems, her mind just may need a nice long rest. Good thing summer is coming up, that should be good for her. Oh no! But what about exams? I will not allow that kind of stress to be put on her. I'll tell Dumbledore to excuse her from those as well."

"Trust me, that will stress her out more," Harry warned her.

"Don't worry, they can always let her make them up at the beginning of the next year. Or sometime at the end of summer before school starts again. She'll have her chance," She reassured them.

"How is she doing?" Ron asked, looking around the room.

"She's a little better... her health anyway. I tried to drain her system last night. She's not so intoxicated anymore, but she's not conscious yet. You can see her if you want, but only for a few minutes, I need to start on this. She's over here... I put a curtain around her bed..." Madam Pomfrey led them to where Hermione was. Ron sat down at the end of her bed, while Harry stood by the night stand. They just stayed there, quietly. Ron smiled at Hermione. Things would be okay now. He knew it. He looked back up at Harry.

"Hey, we have some time to kill before Hermione will be strong enough to talk to us. What should we do?" He asked.

"Well, we probably should go to class-," Harry started.

"No way,"

"Okay, okay... want to go give Malfoy a good kick then?"

"Sure."