Hello! It's time for another chapter! I really want to thank everybody for the good reviews! But still… you guys don't have to be soooooo nice to me. If you think something should be changed, please tell me, because my friend's mom got mad at me the other day because I let her daughter read a story about magic and psychotic people! It's weird but very true.

Well…..having said that…..ON TO THE STORY! Here is the chapter where Draco goes koo-koo!

Here's chapter 13!

Enjoy……

Chapter 13

A Real Attention Getter

The morning after Ron sent the Howler to Malfoy, everyone was down at breakfast, when the post owls came. Ron was looking very smug about something(Hermione couldn't figure out what it was)(A/N: You will soon…hee, hee…), Hermione was reading her potions essay to check and make sure it was right, and Ginny was feeding Harry off of her fork every other bite. Suddenly, Ron turned around and looked at the Slytherin table expectantly. There sat Malfoy, looking shocked, and holding a scarlet envelope in his hands.

"Look, everybody! Malfoy's got a Howler!" somebody shouted. Malfoy carefully opened the letter and squeezed his eyes shut.

Ron's voice, magnified to what sounded like 12 times its normal volume, first let out a string of swear words that were so foul, Colin Creevy actually put his hands over his little brother's ears to try and block them out. Then, the Howler screeched,

"DRACO MALFOY, YOU SLIMEBALL! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN HOW MUCH YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH MY GIRLFRIEND! STOP SENDING LOVE LETTERS TO HERMIONE GRANGER RIGHT NOW!" With that, the letter burst into flames, and landed in a pile of ashes in front of a mortified Draco Malfoy. He shot Ron a look that could kill, and Ron turned around, laughing hysterically. Ron was in an exceptionally good mood for the rest of the day.

Malfoy, on the other hand thought about how he could get his revenge.

He wasn't going to let that blood-traitor Weasley treat him that way. Then, he remembered something.

I've still got that knife hidden away in my dormitory...

That night, Hermione and Harry sat in the Common Room, waiting for Ron to return from patrolling the corridors. It began to storm outside, and they began to play "Anywhere but here"(Harry knew how to play this game because he had lived with muggles for his entire life.)

"Okay, I'm in the Hawaiian Islands," Hermione was saying, "and I've just sat down in a restaurant. A man walks in, and the only table that still has a seat left is with me. So they seat him across from me. I look up from my menu and it's Leonardo DeCaprio!" She laughed.

"Good one!" Harry said, also laughing. "Okay, my turn...Oh! I'm on the Quidditch field and,"

"Harry," Hermione interrupted, looking past Harry's shoulder, horror-struck at what she was looking at. Harry turned and let out a cry of surprise.

Ron was standing in front of the portrait hole, but it did not look like Ron at all. He had so many gashes, bruises, and cuts on his face, the only recognizable thing about him now was his Head Boy's badge.

"Harry? Hermione?" Ron choked out in a hoarse whisper. Before they had a chance to respond, he fell over.

"Ron!" Hermione and Harry shouted in unison, running over to him and turning him over onto his back.

"What happened?" Harry asked, thinking that he already knew the answer.

"Mal...foy...attack...revenge...howler," Ron mumbled almost inaudibly, taking very deep, rattling breaths in between every word.

"I'LL KILL HIM!" Harry shouted angrily.

"Not now, Harry! We need to get Ron up to the Hospital Wing!" Hermione said with a pleading look at Harry.

"Help me. I can't do it alone. Malfoy is probably still out there somewhere." Harry still was walking away, towards the staircases to get a weapon: His wand.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" The sound of his full name made Harry turn around instantaneously. Hermione was on her feet now. She had a wild look on her face.

"Harry Potter, if you do not help me get Ron to the Hospital Wing, he will bleed to death!" she shouted at him. Now there were tears in her eyes.

Harry couldn't say no.

Malfoy hummed eerily as he wiped the blood off of his knife. He was standing in a hallway that was very close by the Hospital Wing. He was waiting. He knew that sooner or later, Potter and Hermione would be bringing Weasley up here.

And then... he chuckled to himself, only he knew what would happen...

But wait a moment... he heard footsteps. And voices. They were coming. When they were in the middle of the corridor, Malfoy slipped out of his hiding place and began to follow them.

He needed to wait for the perfect time...

"Harry, hurry up!" called Hermione, who was practically running down the corridors.

"I'm the one who happens to be carrying the 17 year old with the bottomless stomach, Hermione! Cut me some slack!" Harry called back.

Just then, Malfoy very carefully slid the tip of his knife firmly up Harry's back, making a gash about 4 inches long. Malfoy had pressed harder than he had meant to. Harry gave a cry of pain, dropped Ron, who thudded the floor, and whirled around, his wand aloft.

But there was nobody there to curse. Confused, Harry picked Ron back up and hurried along to the Hospital Wing.

When they arrived there, Madame Pomfrey rushed out of her office and gasped in horror at the sight of Ron's face.

"I can fix this, of course I can, but there'll be some very nasty scarring for a while." She said while rummaging around in the medicine cabinet.

"How long?" Hermione asked.

"A week. Two at the most." Came the reply. Hermione sighed with relief. Harry was glad to see that she wasn't upset any more.

"You two should go back to bed. You've both had a very long day, and you need your sleep." Madame Pomfrey instructed them impatiently before shooing them out of the Hospital Wing and shutting the door behind them.

Malfoy returned to the Slytherin Common Room in high spirits. He couldn't believe he had gotten away with that. He chuckled to himself as he walked to his dormitory. He would have to do this again sometime. It was great fun!

A few days later, Hermione and Harry were visiting Ron in the Hospital wing.

"I can't wait to get out of here!" Ron said to Harry. Since the attack, Ron had not said one word to her. Madame Pomfrey had told him that he could leave in about three hour's time.

"I can't wait either," Hermione said to anyone in general. She was very worried about what might have happened that night of the attack on Ron. Had Malfoy done a spell to make Ron hate Hermione? Or was this real hate?

She had to find out.

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NEXT CHAPTER: Visions Unseen.

Hermione figures out why Ron is ignoring her and then has a very frightening, and very painful, experience...

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