Things You Shouldn't Mix

by aplacefarawayfromhere

When we thought it was all over, Snape had to go and ruin our lives again. Now we have a year round potions project, two infuriated Slytherins, and people wondering about Harry's bean problem.

7. Red Blood Rage

Disclaimer-

Draco: Oh here's a new one. I apparently think I can get pregnant in this story.

Me: You know as well as I do that this is a light romantic fic.

Draco: My character does not get pregnant in light romantic fic. I just get detention all the time and end up making out with Granger.

Me: That might happen too.

Draco (pale): Making out with Granger?

Me: It's not like you're not used to it, what with all the fics about you on this site.

Hermione: And apparently, I'm supposed to be good at it.

Me: I don't see why you're complaining too.

Draco: I'm going to go muse JKR.

Yeah, so I don't own anything related to Harry Potter.

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A/N: Well, I guess I have to rebuild my base of readers again. I want to thank those of you who were still with me and those who reread the fic. I do understand I was gone for a while, so I will try to make amends with my writing.

I especially want to thank Karana Bell, who is probably my most loyal reviewer ever. So smiles and bunnies to you.

Anyways, enjoy reading, or rereading, whichever.

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Professor McGonagall looked at me with discomfort.

We had told her bits and pieces of what happened on our way up her, but she wasn't ready to stomach everything until now.

Her disappointment showed on her face. I, according to her, was her brightest student, her favorite, though she would never admit it. I was her pride and joy. Yet, here I was with a boy-girl twin with a potions project that brought nothing but misery and a whole bunch of far-fetched events that would never happen to a normal person.

I made up my mind.

This has definitely got to stop.

Honestly, if she wasn't a figure of authority at this school, she would be laughing her wrinkled old arse up at all tour expressions.

Malfoy was sitting up on a crisp, white hospital bed grumbling about how life was unfair and how he didn't do anything to deserve looking like Granger or any other girl he turned into. I was sitting in a chair muttering darkly about how I didn't do anything to have Malfoy look like me. Blaise was in the hospital bed across of Malfoy humming a made-up song about the previously experienced event, adding that he will never get grand kids if his looks don't improve. Ron was standing behind me petting his flute and whispering something the lines of 'they know about us now Geraldo'. And of course, there was Potter pacing, looking at the scene, shaking his head, and pacing again.

McGonagall sighed. "If it were anyone else, I would not be about to believe what you five are about to tell me."

"There's nothing to tell," murmured Harry.

"There's plenty to tell!" Malfoy exclaimed, flailing his arms in the air while looking at Harry incredulously.

Harry glared at Malfoy.

McGonagall rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Go ahead Mr. Malfoy."

"Finally," Malfoy sighed triumphantly. "I was sitting and observing our group, because they were all mad with each other for some reason. I then looked at Blaise and Granger. Granger was looking incredibly chunky"- at this, I scoffed- " and I was finally enlightened. Granger had sexual intercourse with all three of them, but it was Blaise's child. That's why they came up with the truce idea, to keep me from knowing." He then glared at all of us. "It didn't work."

I couldn't restrain myself any longer. "Professor, do I honestly look pregnant to you right now."

McGonagall looked at the brunette. She was actually looking thinner than usual, and she definitely isn't stupid enough to get pregnant by Blaise Zabini. Or at least, she didn't think so.

"No Miss Granger, you don't," McGonagall said, smiling gently, praying that I would never have a child with Blaise Zabini.

"Yes, she does," yelled Malfoy flailing his arms again. "She's about to be due, and her and Blaise are going to name their kid Jimmy, get married, and go on a honeymoon to Siberia."

"Siberia!" Blaise and I exclaimed together.

"And I thought you thought I had better taste than that," Blaise muttered.

"Malfoy, I think you're suffering from shock and hallucinations and maybe a little bit of jealousy," Harry stated matter-of-factly while stopping his pacing to momentarily glare at him.

"Geraldo agrees," Ron chimed.

I sighed.

"Ok, enough," McGonagall said sternly. She then turned to me, hoping that I still had my wits and my gender. "Miss Granger, what is your view of the story?"

"Well," I began. "Malfoy was just sitting there, and then all of the sudden he lit up, pointed at me, and yelled that I was pregnant. And Malfoy might be an expert at telling if a woman has a kid in her stomach or not, but I'm pretty sure I'm not. I'm actually menstruating right now!"

"Ewww. That's disgusting!" The boys cried in unison.

I ignored them. "Then, he started ranting about how we were stupid to try to hide my pregnancy from him and accused Harry and Ron of trying to get me pregnant too. He all of the sudden got really nutty, and then he jumped on Blaise. By then, I knew he was sick and-."

"I am not sick!"

"And I immobilized him. I was then going to put him to sleep and bring him up to the hospital wing, but that amounted to nothing, because instead of putting him to sleep, the potion did that"- I pointed at Malfoy, who currently looked like McGonagall again- "but he didn't notice. He went and started punching and slapping Blaise again, then Madame Pomfrey came in."

McGonagall nodded. "Merlin help me understand this, but, you were all in the potions lab, Malfoy randomly accuses Granger of being pregnant, then he goes further by accusing you three that you all tried to get her pregnant all the while protecting himself from being pregnant, he attacks Zabini, is immobilized and given a potion, turns into three different women that all end up attacking Zabini, then Poppy thankfully pops in. And, to everyone's greatest surprise, Mr. Weasley plays a flute named Geraldo."

So she was listening to that part on our way up here.

"It really does sound stupid when you voice everything out loud," I said to Blaise.

Malfoy snorted. "Haha, Geraldo."

"Yeah, seriously Weasley, you should've named your flute after a girl," Blaise tsked, shifting his position on his bed.

Ron pouted and stroked his flute. "It didn't look like a girl."

At this, everyone either gaped or had really dirty mental images.

"Okay, well, I should inform Dumbledore and Snape. I want you five to stay in this hospital wing until I get back, do you understand?" McGonagall said sternly.

"Yes, Professor," we chorused.

"Good, good," she said breathlessly, practically running from the hospital wing, not believing a word we just said.

I looked intently after her, completely relieved that their punishment would be delayed for a bit. "Well, it could've been worse."

There was a moment of silence.

"No, no it really couldn't," the group muttered before returning to their brooding or grumbling.

I lightly stomped my foot in a moment of frustration. "We have to finish what we planned to do. You know Snape probably won't let us graduate if we don't do this."

"Gee Granger, I didn't know," Malfoy said acerbically, crossing his arms for effect.

I disregarded him. "We should at least make a record of our findings so we know what we could do to improve."

Blaise smirked and reached into his man purse. "Leave it to Granger."

Harry wordlessly agreed by pulling up a seat next to Malfoy's bed, but not near enough for any scratching or slapping to occur. "Well, I don't think I fancy a pink potion anymore than anyone in this room."

Ron pulled up a seat and set his flute in his lap. "Agreed."

I looked at Malfoy. "I still don't know what caused Malfoy's condition."

"Granger, I'm pretty sure that no one else knows either," Malfoy said. He scratched his head, and before I knew it, his head altered to that of Professor Sprouts.

The group tried not to laugh. Him not knowing when his head changed made the situation incredibly hilarious.

Harry scratched his nose. "Malfoy did add that bit of basil before he started throwing that tantrum of his."

"Dammit, that's it. Malfoy added basil, which in turn, makes his magic unstable, which is why his features are changing every time they feel like it," Blaise said.

"His fault," muttered Ron.

"It is not my fault!" Malfoy exclaimed, his face starting to have a light tint of rose. "If that she-devil we call Granger hadn't been all I'm-on-my-period-today, then I wouldn't have recognized that she was pregnant. Her water is probably about to break anytime now."

"Malfoy," I snarled, turning around heatedly. "How can I go from two months pregnant, to six, to naming my kid Jimmy, to about to have my kid at any moment? A pregnancy doesn't go by that fast, and Merlin help your future wife if you think it does."

"She can handle ten little Malfoy heirs," Malfoy pouted.

"Ten! Again, Merlin help her," I said, shaking her head.

"Okay, so no more basil," Harry said, wiping his glasses. "What else did we add?"

"Umm, hold on," Blaise said while turning to the next page of parchment. "Bay leaves, a bit of cinnamon, and a pinch of pepper."

My face hardened. "Who added the pepper?"

There was another moment of silence before Ron meekly raised his hand. "Sorry," he said sheepishly.

I rolled my eyes. "That explains the random changing. Pepper adds a certain erratic reaction to any potion. Malfoy could all of the sudden start mooing or turning into a llama. The bay leaves will give him hallucinations, seeing as they go along with Divination. Explains why he expects a baby to pop out of me anytime soon, and it made his earlier idiocy worse. The cinnamon is why he's turning into girls."

"Harry, I knew we should've put cinnamon in the potion we gave him last year," Ron said nudging Harry.

Malfoy glowered at them and said through gritted teeth, "You tried to poison me in sixth year?"

I continued before another fight could break out. "Anything else Blaise?"

"Anything else Blaise?" mimicked Malfoy.

Blaise sighed. "A rose petal."

Something in my brain clicked. "There's another reason why he keeps on turning into girls." I glanced at Malfoy. He turned back into me again, and it got more and more revolting each time I looked at it. "The rose petal is of course what you could call a feminine ingredient. It triggers something in the brain and also causes some hallucinations. That's why it's in love potions."

"So," Ron said, the most solemn expression on his face. "Malfoy is in love with McGonagall, Pomfrey, Sprout and you." He turned to face Malfoy more directly. "I thought you had better taste, what with your reputation and all. You need some more direction in your life."

"Says the boy who is probably going to live in a box," retorted Malfoy.

I ignored the fighting again and said. "Well, he's not essentially in love or lust with either of us. It just means he's thinking about us when he transforms."

"So, he was basically thinking about killing you when he attacked me and looked like you?" Blaise asked while gesturing towards Malfoy. "Fascinating. And just what were you thinking when you turned into little Miss Weasley, Draco?"

There was silence.

"I think you should all go to hell," was his reply.

A smirk formed on Harry's lips. "Is someone currently smitten with our Ginerva?"

"You like Ginny?" Ron asked forebodingly, clenching his fists.

"I thought no such thing," Malfoy denied.

I had to smile. "Yeah, ok."

Blaise smacked his forehead. "She just had to join in." He then smacked himself again, hoping that the last one would help him pass out.

"Well, she was just my make out buddy, but she currently got herself a boyfriend. It's unlike you and Blaise, Granger. You two are making babies left and right," Malfoy accused, his covers falling to uncover his upper body as he sat up.

Blaise sighed. Ever since before they interrupted Gryffindor Quidditch practice, he knew the truth would get out like this. He just hoped that Draco wouldn't refer to her as the half-blood, like they usually did just to cover up the option of the girl being a Weasley.

"You were kissing Ginny?" Ron asked precariously, his face starting to get the famous Weasley red.

"Yes, I already stated that. The little half-blood didn't mind either," Malfoy said, sneering.

All of Blaise's hopes just flew out the window.

"She is not a half-blood!" Ron roared, his fists flailing in the air.

"Draco," Blaise warned.

Malfoy glared at Blaise and glowered.

I spoke up before another silence could ensue. "Well, looks like the only thing we have to do is give him something that would neutralize the effects, and he's back to being a male member of society."

Everyone grumbled at the thought of making a side potion with the potion we're already having a bit too much trouble with. I started making a list of ingredients with Blaise while Harry and Ron continued to stare contemplatively at Malfoy.

And then, the weirdest thing happened.

All of the sudden, Malfoy doubled over.

"Draco, you ok mate?" Blaise asked warily and started heading towards him despite Madame Pomfrey's order for him to lie down awile.

Malfoy held out a hand to still him and sat back. Once he did, he doubled over again and whimpered.

"Are you being serious about whatever the hell is going on Malfoy?" Harry asked in a bored tone.

Malfoy bent over even further and nodded his head.

"Oh sweet Merlin," I sighed as I watched Malfoy double over again and again.

Everyone else continued to stare as well. What was going on with him?

After a few moments, Blaise huffed. "Well, we can't very well have him die on us."

"He's not going to die," I said, still looking at Malfoy confused.

"Cramps," Malfoy squeaked.

"Since when did you get cramps?" Ron asked insensitively.

"Since now, you git," Malfoy responded through gritted teeth.

"Where?" I asked, getting a little concerned. Blaise was right. We couldn't have him die on us.

Malfoy took his bed sheet off and pointed to his abdomen.

"You're getting stomach cramps?" Blaise asked a little dubiously.

Malfoy shook his head and squeaked, "Lower."

At this I was completely confused. "But…but, why?"

"I don't know Granger! Do you want an essay or something?" he yelped.

I didn't answer. What was I supposed to say?

I mean this whole thing was a little abrupt. In fact, this whole project was a little sudden. The only thing we've been doing is fighting our way through it. We've gone from burning my favorite book in the entire world to accusing me of being pregnant in just about a month. And now, Malfoy was bent over having the cramps of a lifetime.

I shook my head and looked at him again. I attempted a glare, but he then decided to rollover and hug his knees.

And then I saw it.

There was a little stain of blood on the crisp, white bed sheet of the hospital bed. And the only one who had been lying in that bed was Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy," I said, astonished by what I saw. "Are you on your period?"

Malfoy's cramps ceased for five seconds as he looked at me. "Excuse me?"

Ron, appalled, pointed at the bed sheet.

Malfoy looked at it. "Sweet Merlin!" He exclaimed, jumping off the bed. "I'm having menstrual cramps."

The rest of us looked at Malfoy as if he were Voldemort. We were all horror-struck, traumatized, and holding in our laughter. Oh sure, the situation might not be amusing to him, but it was exceedingly hilarious to us. It's not everyday you hear Malfoy yell 'I'm having menstrual cramps,' so this was certainly a day to remember.

Instead of bursting out laughing like the boys, I went to my school bag.

"Ha, Malfoy is a true girl now," Ron said, wiping a tear from his eye.

"He wasn't lying when he said he was pregnant!" Harry laughed, shaking and already halfway off his chair.

I looked at Malfoy again and giggled before giving him something in plastic wrap.

He took it and glared at it. "What is it?"

"It's a pad. I figured you'd need it. Unless you want a tampon, but I have a feeling that wouldn't work out," I said as sincerely as I could. It wasn't a good time to be mean, because it's not everyday boys get their periods.

Malfoy threw the pad at my face and made a move to lunge at me. Blaise immobilized him thankfully, and I back away to the other side of the bed.

I sighed. "Well now what are we supposed to do. McGonagall is coming back any second now and Malfoy is just going through his first period."

Blaise crinkled his nose and moved closer to Malfoy. "Do you think he's actually turning into a girl?"

I examined Malfoy. "No, I don't, but he's going to get pretty darn close to one if we don't make an antidote."

Blaise looked at him and backed away. "Uh, Granger, make his bleeding stop."

I looked at his, umm, area and waved my wand to clear the blood. "He really needs a pad."

"Well, I'm sure it's ok for you to put one on him, since he has girl parts now," Ron said, standing up from his chair with a grin still on his face.

I raised an eyebrow. "I'm not even sure whether he does have girl parts right now. We're going to have to ask him."

"How? He'll kill you before he'll let you talk to him," Harry said.

I looked from Malfoy to the bed a couple of times before saying, "I'll tie him to the bed."

It was Blaise's turn to raise an eyebrow. " A little kinky there?"

I pushed him lightly before walking past him and lifting Malfoy, placing him carefully on the bed, and tying his hands to the bed post. "Are you guys ready?" I asked while making sure the ropes were tight enough.

"Go ahead Granger," Blaise said, coming to stand next to me.

I lifted my spell and waited.

Malfoy looked around and tried to pull his arms from the rope. He smirked and looked up, giving me the most dangerous look he's ever given me in his life. "Oh, you're good Granger."

"Malfoy," I said strongly, which was all I could do to keep myself from taking a step back. "Do you still have your parts?"

He pulled at his ropes and growled, "Not for much longer if you keep me tied to this thing."

"No, not those parts, you prat, your male parts," Harry clarified.

Malfoy's face paled. "I think so."

Blaise gasped. "Shouldn't you know?"

"Well, not if the whole lower part of your body is numb, and the upper part of your body is sore from taking the cramps," Malfoy yelled, pulling at the ropes even harder.

"I'm going to need to know Draco," I said, using his first name to gain a different reaction from him. "I need to know so I can determine whether or not we can make a potion for you."

Malfoy looked at me aghast. "There is no way in hell that you're going to give me another one of your damned potions, especially one made for the purpose of our potions project."

"We're going to have to Malfoy," Harry said, a grim expression on his face. But, deep inside, he was having a Malfoy-turned-into-a-girl-day celebration.

Malfoy was now struggling fully against the rope, yanking and pulling as far as his limbs would permit him. "No we're not."

"Stop being so stubborn," Ron said exasperated.

"Says the king of being stubborn," snapped Malfoy before resuming his struggling.

Ron frowned, but said nothing.

"Are you sure you don't have feelings in you legs, cause you're moving them quite vibrantly," I stated, giving him a tiny bit of my pity to keep from laughing.

"Yes, Granger, I am certain that I can't feel my legs. And you're supposed to be first in our class," he replied tetchily, finally giving up. "I guess Ginny's going to have to come to me then."

At this, Ron blew up. "You will not hurt my sister, my friends, or my flute. Ever! And you know what, I'm going to permanently shut you up!"

Ron then shot a spell out of anger, but missed his target and accidentally severed the bed post from the bed. It was the biggest mistake he's ever made in his life.

In order to keep from falling backwards, Malfoy had to boost the bedpost up and over his head. At first, he just tried to balance the weight. And then he sat in silence for a moment, staring at each one of us.

Then he figured it out.

I subconsciously took Blaise's hand and started moving backwards, motioning for a bewildered Harry and a panicky Ron to follow along.

He knew how frightened we were.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"

"RUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!" yelled Ron.

I turned around, almost tripping Blaise as I pulled him towards the door. I could hear the footsteps and the angry huff of air behind me. It was horrifying. We barely made it through the door.

It was the door itself, however, that stopped him.

"Let me through," Malfoy growled.

Once I heard that, I turned around to see what had happened.

The door wasn't wide enough to fit his bedpost through. We were saved!

"That was a close one Granger," Blaise said, laughing apprehensively, letting go of my hand, and nudging me.

"Yeah…oh, oh no!" I said looking back at Malfoy.

He had pushed himself through the wall! He hit the bedpost on the wall over and over again and poked a huge hole on both sides of the door. And to think, I actually thought he would figure out to get through the door by turning sideways.

I looked at Harry and widened my eyes.

So this was it then.

Draco Malfoy was truly on a rampage.

Before Malfoy started running, Blaise grabbed my hand again and started running for dear life. Harry and Ron followed, screaming at the top of their lungs.

"I didn't know girls got this mad when they're on their periods!" Ron yelled.

"Malfoy has completely lost his marbles!" Harry yelled back as we turned a corner.

"ARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" yelled Malfoy, turning that same corner.

As I looked back to see if we had put some space between us, Malfoy fell face first on the floor. I stood there and watched tranfixed. And just when I thought he was unconscious, he got back up and started screaming again.

"Granger, I WILL KILL YOU!"

And that's when I knew Malfoy had gone completely psycho.

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Professor McGonagall was hurriedly talking to Snape in the hallway about the current situation involving a certain group of students.

"Severus, you can't keep doing this. They'll kill each other," she pleaded.

Professor Snape would not have it. "Minerva, they are perfectly capable of finishing this project. And none of them have died yet. I put them in that group randomly anyways, so it's not like I planned it."

McGonagall knew perfectly well that that was a lie. "Severus, those five have caught each other on fire, thrown each other off the astronomy tower, and have blamed each other for being pregnant. Now tell me if you think that that is a healthy group dynamic."

Snape glared at her. "I want them in that group. They will work together, do whatever it is they have to do to get along, and finish the project. You have no say in this, and good Merlin neither does Dumbledore."

Professor McGonagall was just about to retort until she heard, "Granger, I WILL KILL YOU."

McGonagall gave a meaningful look to Snape and turned around in time to see Weasley, Potter, Zabini, and Granger screaming for dear life.

"He's gone completely mental!" screamed Granger.

"Stairs, oh sweet Merlin, STAIRS!" screamed Weasley.

She would've gone after them if she hadn't seen the predicament Malfoy was in.

"I'M GOING TO GET ALL OF YOU!" he yelled as he ran past the corridor McGonagall and Snape were in.

McGonagall stared horrified. Malfoy had a bedpost strapped to his arms while he was holding it over his head and screaming for blood. His face was beet red, and his features were contorted into a mask of ugly rage as he wobbled/ran down the hallway, blood dripping down his nose from his earlier fall.

"HAHA, STAIRS WON'T HELP YOU," he taunted as again, they all screamed for dear life.

McGongall turned around heatedly. "Do you see that Snape? Do you see what you have pushed your favorite student to?"

Snape, having seen what McGonagall was complaining about for the first time, rolled his eyes and hurried after them.

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Hermione's POV

We were now running faster and higher. Malfoy was right; Stairs wouldn't stop him. His eyes shown with pure rage as he bounded up the stairs two by two with the bedpost still above his head.

I looked ahead and quickly jumped the last three steps leading up to the astronomy tower. Blaise stumbled, still holding on to my hand, but still made it to the top without falling. Harry and Ron followed me in speedily, and Harry shut the door, hitting Malfoy's foot in the process.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" he screamed, and yanked his foot out, allowing Harry to close the door.

I quickly walked to the other side of the room and let myself breath again. We were safe for a short time, so Harry and Ron each took a seat, not winded in the least because of Quidditch.

"That was a close one," Ron said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Merlin he was angry."

"Can't really blame him," Blaise said. "We did witness his first period."

I took out my wand and put a locking charm on it before running a hand through my now ruffled hair. "How did he get this way?"

"Well," Harry started. "It started ever since you threw that apple at him."

"No," Blaise said. "It started ever since Snape assigned us that project.

"Snape," Ron grumbled. "I can't wait to hear the reason behind his logic."

"There isn't any," I mumbled, frowning. "I think it was for his own enjoyment. Harry, we're never going to have a peaceful year."

Blaise patted my head. "Well, at least you can take the credit of driving Malfoy off the edge."

I glared at him. "You're not helping."

Thump.

I stared at the door, horrified. "Oh no."

Ron stared as well. "Hermione," he said shakily. "You did put a locking charm on the door right? He won't be able to get through will he?"

My face turned pale. "No, he can still break it down."

Everybody in the room turned pale as well.

"Well, it's been nice knowing you guys," Harry said, his eyes getting wider as the thumping on the door grew louder and louder.

We stared silently at the door, not daring to use our wands fearing that we might kill him or he might kill himself trying to knock the door down. Finally, I could see a clear distinct hole through the door. It got wider and wider as the seconds passed by, and finally, the hole was large enough for him to pass through. He did figure out that he had to enter sideways this time, which made it all the more terrifying.

He put on foot through the door. That foot slowly turned into a leg, and that leg turned into half his upper body and half the bedpost, and that turned into one angry Draco Malfoy.

He turned to face us, breathing heavy and through his nostrils. Sweat was coming by the gallons down his forehead, and his fangs were fully bared. His gaze slowly settled on Blaise and me, and he only got more livid.

"Why are you two holding hands?" he demanded with a growl.

I looked down and noticed that I was still holding Blaise's hand from our run, and I let it go as if it burned me.

"Oh, don't try to hide it Granger. I already uncovered what you were doing behind my back," he hissed and walked towards us.

As I saw him adjust the bedpost, I knew what he had in mind. He was going to beat us to death with a hospital wing bedpost.

Ron, seeing what he was doing, threw the first thing that he found, which was his flute, Geraldo. It hit Malfoy in the face and fell to the floor. Malfoy smiled a cruel smile and stepped on it. Ron gasped, and just for effect, Malfoy stepped on it again and again and again, smashing and breaking the keys.

I looked at Ron and saw that he was in tears. Harry stared back and forth between them and quickly went to go pat Ron on the back.

"Geraldo, I'll miss you," Ron whispered.

Harry kept on awkwardly patting his back and said, "It's okay Ron, mate. We can always repair it."

Ron nodded miserably and turned away from his now broken flute.

Malfoy ignored this little interlude and started walking towards Blaise and me again. His cruel smile was still on his face, and his eyes were ablaze with his anger.

And then our savior came.

I saw someone at the doorway, and he quickly stupefied Malfoy. Malfoy quickly stiffened and the bedpost hit him on the head as he fell to the floor.

He was really going to be feeling that in the morning.

I looked back up and saw that the figure in the doorway was Snape. I then heard footsteps, and saw that McGonagall had been running after him. She glared at Snape after she saw Malfoy's body on the ground.

"Severus, I told you not to stun him!" she screeched.

"He's not dead Minerva," he stated matter-of-factly as he cut the roped binding him to the bedpost. He then levitated him and left to return to the hospital wing.

When Snape was out of hearing distance, McGonagall turned to me. "What happened here?" she asked austerely.

I looked at her, my eyes still wide from what had just happened. "We were all arguing with him, and then all the sudden he had cramps and rolled over in his bed. I then saw blood on his bed sheet, and thought about where his cramps were, and figured that he was experiencing his first period."

McGonagall restrained herself from making a disgusted face.

I swallowed hard. "He then tried to start lunging at us again, but I stunned him and tied him to the bed, because I knew he was off his rocker and would not stop until we were all dead and buried, and then Ron uttered a spell that severed the bedpost from the bed and he ran after us all the way here."

McGonagall looked scandalized. "So he got mad again, went through his first menstrual cycle, and chased after you with a bedpost."

I nodded.

She shook her head and left the room, motioning us to come along, murmuring something along the lines of, "I can't wait to hear Snape explain himself now."

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We were back in the hospital wing. It was several hours past the ordeal, and Madame Pomfrey had helped me make a potion that countered our other one, turning Malfoy back to normal. He had also calmed down enough to tolerate us.

As it turned out, Malfoy hadn't had his period. The basil had a stranger reaction with the potion than I realized. It caused Malfoy to bleed through his, well…his butt. Ron, Harry, and Blaise were disgusted at the news, which caused Madame Pomfrey to save us from the details.

Now he was eating while we sat and stared at him.

I grudgingly admitted to myself that I felt bad for what had happened to him, crazy or not, so I made the group stay and try to apologize to him. It wasn't really working out too well.

I sighed and was about to open my mouth, but Malfoy beat me to it.

"You know what I think?" he asked us.

"What?" we all asked.

"Everything that has happened has been you three's fault," he said glaring at us.

Ron was about to retort, but I held him back.

"You three have been trying to make me miserable, and you three have taken Blaise with you. And the reason I think you're doing this is because you want to retaliate against Snape." He sipped on his pumpkin juice before continuing. "And, I want to join in."

Harry stared at him confused. "You what?"

Malfoy sighed. "Potter, after thinking about it, I realize that if Snape hadn't given us this project, none of this would be happening. He drove you to everything just like you drove me to my rage."

Blaise smirked and pulled up a chair next to his bed.

I smiled a small smile.

Finally, Malfoy was making some sense.

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A/N: Ya, so how was that? I hope it was a good follow up to the last chapter, seeing as I haven't updated this story in a while, and I'm still trying to write the characters like I used to. R/R. Constructive criticism will be well received.