Im SOOOO sorry for the long wait! I had to go to camp for two weeks and when I got back I totally frogot about it! Its all my faut! I hope I can make it up to you guys. I'l try to update more often from now on. So here you go the late, (but still here!) Chapter 13
Chapter 13:

So the two students and their teacher set out to the headmasters' office. McGonagall was in the lead followed by Draco, and Hermione was slowly but surely making her way in the rear.

"Coming Mione?" Draco called out to Hermione, who was a good 20 feet behind him.

"Um, Yeah… Listen. Draco, can I have a word?"

"Yeah sure" Hermione hiked up to him

"I don't like Dumbledore" She whispered hoping McGonagall wouldn't hear her

"What do you mean? I thought you loved Dumbledore" Draco said before adding "As a professor"

"I do, well used to. You know when we where in the Great Hall today for dinner?" Draco nodded his head. "Well did you see Dumbledore's face? There was this evil glint in his eyes. Almost as if he were…evil!" Hermione said glancing around as if she expected Dumbledore to jump out from behind a suit of armor and avada her on the spot.

"Now, now Hermione." Draco said, cupping her cheek in his hand. "I'm sure it was just your eyes playing tricks on you. Or maybe you're a bit paranoid, you know with the war and everything."

"But I saw his face! It was evil! I saw-" But she didn't get to finish her loud rant because Draco had put his hand over her mouth and pointed to McGonagall who was starting to notice them.

"What is all the racket coming from back there? Granger? Potter?" She stopped to look back at them with a stern look on her face

"There are just some students back there yelling" Draco said. "We will talk about this later" he whispered into Hermione's ear. She nodded, and they jogged to catch up to McGonagall, who had resumed her brisk walk.

They walked the rest of the way in silence, with Hermione shooting worried glances at Draco, and Draco rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand to try and make her feel a tad less worried

"Dung bombs" McGonagall told the gargoyle before it sprang out of the way to reveal a large staircase. They walked up the staircase to a towering door that stood a good 10 feet up. McGonagall knocked loudly on the door three times before hearing the unmistakable voice of Dumbledore. Hermione gave Dracos' hand a squeeze before they walked hand in hand into the office full of fascinating, shiny objects.

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Back at the ranch, or in this case, back in the infirmary, where Harry was lying in bed grumbling about Peeves being a cruel heartless being, sounding quite a lot like the school's Caretaker.

"Stupid… little…I'm going to kill him…why I otta" Harry mumbled staring at a small dust bunny on the floor

Madam Pomfrey walked in carrying a bottle of purple goop labeled 'finixel'. She walked over, tried pouring the slimy purple sludge into a cup but it didn't seem to want to come out. She wrestled with it for a while before losing her temper and smashing the container on his bedside table, swearing and cussing

"That did the trick!" she said triumphantly. Harry looked down at the liquid on the ground; it started to bubble before…

"It has eyes!" Harry exclaimed looking down at the gunk with a great dislike. It had mutated and started popping out eyes all over it. Soon enough it was covered in eyes. As he stared at it in horror it began to creep towards him, bubbling and gurgling on its way. It suddenly transfixed its hundreds off eyes on him, as if they were having a staring contest. That was the last straw, Harry leaped off his bed and dashed across her room and proceeded to climb upon a table and whimper.

After Madam Pomfrey had succeeded in calming Harry down (which was not an easy task) she scooped up the purple goop (which now had little arms and was attempting to crawl up Harry's sheets) she dropped it into a cup, stirred it up with a little plastic stick, and told Harry to drink it.

"I am not drinking that" Harry said in an matter-of-fact type of voice. "I refuse to drink something that was alive two minutes ago"

"Well that's just too bad now isn't it" She replied coolly. Harry didn't even have time to ponder what she meant, for she ripped his mouth open and poured the violet glob of finixle down his throat. Harry flailed his arms around and made a good effort to get away, but Madam Pomfrey was strong for her age and Harry was no match for her. Admitting defeat Harry grudgingly swallowed the disgusting sludge. It took Harry all of his will power to not throw up; it tasted like rancid sardines that had been left out for a week.

Harry suddenly felt free; he felt as if he had nothing in the world to worry about, all the weight was lifted off his shoulders, Harry liked this feeling. He smiled sloppily and gazed around the room, all the windows were smiling at him happily, one even said good day.

'Very nice window that one is. I need to remember to bring it a slug tomorrow' Harry thought. He looked over to the dust bunny he had been staring at earlier; it was standing up and resembled Bugs Bunny. It started to tap dance for him; it even had a little cane and a hat! Harry clapped for him and shook his hand while the bunny told him to always pursue his dreams. The bunny then hopped off whistling a tune from 'Cats'. Harry smiled; this was the best day he'd had all week!

There you go. The beginning is kinda lame but the end was funny I thought. Anyways in the next chapter theres gonna be some lemoney action ;) (I hope) Im not too good at leamony stuff but ill try just for you guys!