A/N: I know I know, that was a crappy chapter, but would it KILL all of you just to NOT doubt my writing, and just, you know, live with it? I understand criticism and everything, but I wouldn't write 12 good chapters and 1 stupid one if there WASN'T a reason! My lord everyone, have some faith!
I KNOW that they "fell in love" too quickly. If you'd just let my write my damn fic then you would GET IT!
I'm sorry for blasting off on all of you, but honestly have a little faith in me! Do you think I'd really just throw this thing away so quickly, really? Because if you did, you can stop reading now, I've had enough.
And Seamus and Ron DO NOT worship the dark lord! They're just happy with his timing because they got off the hook and weren't expelled, yet! They're sick people, but not evil.
Lastly, please don't take everything I write so seriously. Everything in here is not so literal. If you are confused on a comment, go back and read the reviewssometimes I am answering people's questions or clarifying something they said that I thought was incorrect.
Bite me, people!
Now, on with the chapter, and don't expect immediate answers, because I'm adding a character, which I hate, but need to do, so, JUST READ, and you idiots…(not all of my readers) just BACK OFF!
Disclaimer: It isn't mine anyway, the plot is only even half mine at the moment, so could you people like, turn it down a notch!
Last chapter: Well you might want to read it to know what all that ranting and raving above was about.
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The next morning Hermione felt sick. It was as if some nasty potion had been washed out of her, and she hated it. She remembered thinking about Draco an awful lot. Ugh! She thought, Draco! Her stomach twisted into a repulsed knot. Something was seriously wrong. She decided to head to the hospital wing, that would help, right?
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Hermione's head was spinning when she left the wing. What just happened? Her mind quickly flashed back to the events on the other side of the room.
"Ah, Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy just stopped in here a moment ago. I presume you've come to confess?"
"Confess? Confess what?"
"Granger don't be stupid, I know you slipped that potion into my drink!" Draco Malfoy's voice cut through the room from the bed in the back.
"Wh-What are you talking about?" She managed to stutter eventually, shocked to be accused of something she hadn't done..
"Well, mudblood, why would you come to the hospital wing if it wasn't to confess to slipping me a Love Potion!"
"I-I came here because I felt sick this morning. And, yesterday seemed like such a blur, and I thought I could get something to help me."
Draco's face paled considerably.
"So, you-you didn't slip anything into my pumpkin juice at breakfast yesterday morning?"
"No, why would I do that?"
"Ms. Granger, I'd like you to come here so I can perform a few tests. I think some one might've slipped you a Love Potion also. Were you thinking about anyone in particular more then you usually do yesterday?" Madame Pomfrey said softly, while leading Hermione over to the bed next to Draco's.
She answered hesitantly.
"Yes…"
Madame Pomfrey performed a few quick spells over her that made her body glow in a variety of colors before she frowned to herself.
"Yes, you too have been under the effects of the Love Potion…And by the looks of it, the same person administered it to you as they did to Draco."
She bustled out of the room into a small room in the back of the wing that stored healing potions and tonics, leaving Hermione with her mouth slightly open.
"Don't look so shocked Granger, and close your mouth." Draco sneered from where he sat.
She hurried back with a small blue bottle and two spoons. Carefully Madame Pomfrey poured a drop onto each spoon and handed one to each student.
"Drink this and you'll feel much better, and the after effects will wear off much more quickly."
The two drank the blue drops and decided to themselves that it tasted like a twist of lemon, cinnamon, and dirt.
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Hermione was utterly confused. Were all those feelings for Dra-Malfoy all from the potion? Who had slipped it into her drink? And in his? Was it the same person who attacked her? Did it have any connections? How long had she been under the brew's influence? Had it been that day in the hospital too? Hermione for once, didn't know much about something. The potion was a complete loss to her. She knew they weren't allowed at Hogwarts, and she thought them such silly useless things that she had never read up on them, and knew nothing of how they worked or their effects. That day when she was in bed, and had tricked Malfoy into falling on her, had that been thanks to the Potion, or had those been her actions? She was so confused.
Who? Who? Who? It echoed around in her head, like some invisibly tiny person yelled it into the large chambers of her mind. Who had secretly given the off-limits potion to her and Malfoy? And when she found them out, why? It all swirled in her head in what elaborate puzzle that refused to be solved. These horrible things kept happening to her, and she desperately wanted control back on her life.
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As a man, Draco had been thinking quite different under the influence of the Love Potion. Thinks he should not be thinking of Her-Granger. Let alone any other girl(being the gentleman that he was). His mind kept going back to the day when he had fallen atop her. Those feelings, were they his, or the influential drink? He knew very little on the topic of it. He'd never felt the need to know any thing about a potion as ridiculous as a Love Potion, so he'd never learnt a thing about it. Now he wondered if he shouldn't run to the library in his free time and read up on it.
He realized of course, that it would look oddly suspicious if he went looking up love draughts after Granger and he had drunken it, and he had found the very same girl very exposed. His mind was a cyclone of crazy thoughts, and he prayed for a little clarity. He just wished he could figure everything out. It was just too confusing. He wanted his dignity as the Slytherin King of Cruelty back. He didn't like this being nice to a Gryffindor thing, nor did he enjoy the constant trips to the hospital wing.
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Sorry about my raving and all, but GR, just sometimes, I honestly want to give up when people say something crazy to me. And if you hate this mushy gushy question filled chapter, SEND FLAMES, I don't care! BITE ME! (I love all of you, but it's just aggravating me beyond all measure!)