Author's note: Okay, here's the second chapter, keep the reveiws rolling please! So that I know if i should continue this story or not.

Chapter II - Something in the Pumkin Juice

The usual clatter of silver ware and student's voices filled the great hall. It was dinner time and almost the whole school was already present and enjoying the delicious food that the house elves had provided.

"Ron, I wish you would chew with your mouth closed." Hermione said disdainfully to Ron as she finished up her own steak and potatoes. She had given up her house-elf propaganda in fifth year when it had begun to get ridiculous.

Ron payed her no mind and continued to shovel food into his mouth as if he had not seen a meal in weeks.

"Yes, Hermione." he replied, spraying bits of food everywhere.

Hermione sniffed delicately at this display, Ron smiled sheepishly. This exchange sent Harry into peals of laughter.

"Sorry." Ron muttered.

Hermione nodded.

She and Ron had been going out since the end of fifth year, mostly so that they could go on arguing more conveniently. This, however, was no surprise to the rest of the student body.

They were the perfect couple.

They had kept only their closest friends in confidence when they started 'officially' going out, so of course the very next day all of hogwatrs was buzzing with the news.

The two gryffindor prefects have finally admitted that they were an item.

In reaction to this, the student body breathed a collective sigh of contentment.

Finally.

Harry had always thought they were perfect for each other, or at least they both lived each other and everyone but the other knew it. For some reason he did not really feel left out. Not even the fact that they were both Prefects had gotten to him, it had in fifth year, but Dumbledore had already explained to him why he did not appoint Harry as the Gryffindor Prefect. Although he was the obvious choice, Dumbledore saw no good in adding additional pressure on the boy who lived.

Harry had come to accept it. After all, if he was a Prefect he couldn't go on his nightly walks under the protection of his invisibility cloak.

"Really, Ron, you are getting food everywhere!" Hermione's voice cut into Harry's thoughts.

"Sorry, Mione," Ron stammered. "I'm just really hungry."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Oh, when are not really hungry?" She demanded.

Ron grinned.

"When i'm sleeping." He replied.

Hermione slapped him playfully on the arm. Harry could'd help but chuckle. Yes, it really was about time for them to get together.

"I don't know, Mione, I agree with him." he said.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I guess this is my reward for having two intolerably male friends." She said primly. "oh, wait a moment, the verdicts not back on ron yet."

Both Harry and Ginny, across the table laughed at that. Ron's ears turned pink.

"Well, at least i'm not dating me." He fired back.

Hermione's eyes widened.

"Ooh, Mione, you walked into that one." Ginny told her. As most of the Gryffindor table laughed at the girl prefect's scowling face.

"Well, I-"

Not really having anything to say, Hermione picked up her goblet and took a sip to buy her some time. At that moment, someone tapped on Hermione's shoulder.

Turning around, Hermione saw one of the younger Slytherins, he was holding a few peices of parchment and his goblet.

"May I help you?" she asked polietly.

The boy nodded.

"Um, my name's Graham Pritchard, you're Hermione Granger, right?"

Hermione nodded.

"Um, I was hoping you would give me a hand with my charms," The second year said. "I was at the hospital a few days ago and now nothing makes sense. Stewart Acklery said you were the person to go to."

He looked up at her hopefully.

"It won't take long." He added.

Hermione sighed but nodded. She was still holding on to her goblet.

"What was it you needed help with?" She asked.

"The Rueniculuis Charm." Graham lied effortlessly. He showed her his notes.

"Give it here." Hermione said. "Hold this." She added handing him her goblet. Graham had to hide his smile.

Hermione skimmed through them and then found the problem.

"Oh, here is the problem, you copied down the wrong notes, you aren't doing the Rueniculus yet, you're still on the Finirtuis" She said.

"The Finirtuis?" Graham asked in mock disbelief. "Really?"

Hermione nodded.

"Well, that clears it up, thank you." He said handing back her goblet.

"Anytime." Hermione replied automatically. She turned bak to the table, she was glad to know that the topc of conversation had changed.

The Slytherin walked back to his house table and sat next to Malcom Braddock.

"Did you do it yet?" He asked exitedly.

Malcom nodded. He inclined his head slightly in Draco Malfoy's direction.

"I switched it when everyone was watching pansy do her Professor Mc Gonagall impersination." He said.

Graham nodded.

He caught Gregory Goyle's eye and nodded as if to say that they had finished what the sixth years had told them to do. The sixth year stared at them for a moment and then it dawned on his what they were saying.

he nodded back.

"Do you have any idea what was in that potion?" Malcom asked Graham,

"No." said Graham. "but i have a feeling its something bad."

"of course." malcom agreed. "otherwise they wouldn't have done it to Hermione Granger."

Graham nodded.

"Keep your eyes open, Mal." He said. "Something tells me things are going to get a lot more intereting around here."

Malcom stared at him.

"Has your mother been buying you muggle comics again?"

Graham look sheepish.

"I think it sounds cool."

A few yards down the house table, Draco Malfoy was sitting with his best friend, Blaise Zabini. Well, they were as close as you could be to best friends, given the Slytherins tendancy to backstab and betray. Their mothers had been close friends when they were both at Beuxbatons and they had maintained that friendship.

"Have you started on that unbelievable essay Snape gave us last meeting?" Blaise asked the blonde boy next to him.

Draco eyed his friend.

"When he was last here?" He asked.

Blaise nodded.

"I've already finished it." Draco replied.

Blaise blanched.

"The two foot essay?"

Draco nodded as he took a sip of his goblet.

"Yes, blaise, I have finished the essay, are you so suddenly a muggle and simply can't even comprehend that?" he asked, pausing, he stared into his goblet and took another sip.

"Something wrong?"

Draco shook his head.

They both went on eating as if nothing happened.

There was a sudden commotion on the other side of the great hall, Blaise stood up to get a closer look.

"What's going on?" Draco asked. He was suddenly feeling woozy. He fought to stay seated.

Blaise looked down at him, surprised his blonde haired friend had not rose to his feet like he usually would have.

"The mudblood's fainted." He announced. He expected Draco to be at his feet in an instant as soon as he said this, but to his astonishment Draco remained seated.

The words barely registered in Draco's fevered brain. At this moment, the only this he was concentrating on was his abitlity to sit ramrod straight in his chair and not faint himself.

Malfoys do not faint. He reminded himself forcing his eyes to stay open and forward. Malfoys do not show weakness

"Draco?" Blaise inquired. He was back in his seat "Are you okay? You seem out of it..."

Draco stood abruptly, the action made his head swim, but he forced himself to look down at Blaise.

"I'm perfectly fine." He replied tersely. "But i'm done so I'll just go to the common room."

He did not wait for a reply, he just walked briskly out of the great hall and down to the Slytherin common rooms. Upon reaching his four poster bed, he did not bother to change out of his uniform, he just collapsed into it, muttered a spell to close his green hangings and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

Author's note: Hey, Notamonkey218, any more ideas? sorry, I just have no idea where to go with this story, so any suggestions are verily welcome. and, begged for.