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Chapter 15 – Asking and Reviewing

Recap:

"Why are you always like this way whenever we talk?" Hermione cried, standing up.

"What?" Draco asked.

"You, Draco Malfoy" Hermione cried, "Are the most frustrating boy I've ever been with!"

"It's not as if you've been with any other boy 'cept Weasley!"

"I've had enough with you," she grunted.

Hermione had gathered her things, walked away, textbook in hand, pencil under her chin, having one arm free, she slammed the door on him.

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Malfoy stood up and walked over to the door.

Draco knocked on Hermione's doorThere was no reply. "Granger," Draco called. Still no sound.

He pushed his luck by getting a silent answer when he called out, "Hermione Granger," It sounded peculiar, hearing her name being called out by him. But Hermione resisted the urge to open the door. She had to be strong and not let her pride down. Why does he have to be so snobby and attractive at the same time! Hermione thought to herself. She clenched her fist up in frustration and anger.

Malfoy walked back and began cleaning up the fireplace area, throwing away unwanted papers and picking up notes and feather pens.

"I'm going out now!" Malfoy said. His voice echoed the empty space.

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Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in!" a voice allowed. The wooden door pushed open.

"Mr. Malfoy. It's always a pleasure to see you," Dumbledore answered.

"I came to ask you for a favor sir," Draco replied in serious attitude. His forehead was all "scrunched" up and his hands held a fist.

"And what favor may that be?"

"I need a potion,"

Dumbledore stared for a moment and asked, "What do you need a potion for on this fine evening?"

"It's not for the use of the night sir," Draco answered. "I need a potion. Something…" he paused for a moment. "I need something to help me control my…" he stopped again.

"Stop your…?"

Draco heaved a sigh. "Emotion!" he cried out. "Okay! I need to control – my emotions,"

"I understand," Dumbledore started.

"Oh do you? Do you sir?" His voice was raised and yet he still used the word 'sir'.

"Yes, I don't understand Mr. Malfoy. Why do you need anything for that matter to control something as strong and important as your emotions?" Dumbledore asked.

"Can you please respect my wishes as to not tell you sir?" Malfoy said quietly, head down.

"I will have to first discuss this with the professors before allowing you to take such measures. Especially with Professor Snape, being the Head of your house and the Potion's master," Dumbledore answered. Draco nodded.

"Now," said Dumbledore, "Go back and get a good night's rest. You'll need it, rest assured,"

Draco turned and on the way, Dumbledore replied, "And if you so care to Mr. Malfoy, would you mind telling Miss. Granger that she should be in the Hospital Wing first thing after breakfast,"

"Um…sure," Malfoy mumbled.

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"Granger!" Malfoy called when he got back. "I have," he started, "a message from that bloody Dumbledore,"

The door opened. Hermione's eyes had been red and it was a clear sign from heavy crying.

"Why?" she asked, tiredly. "Do you have to accuse Dumbledore of every little thing that goes wrong in your life?"

"I never said anything,"

"Why did you go to him?"

"I had some business,"

"Was that the business to tell him about how your father always harassed you?"

"No, of course not. What do you think I am? Am idiot?"

"Yes! You are!"

"For what? For not telling him?" Draco shrieked.

"Yes!"

"I don't have to tell that pitiable man every single detail of my life!" Draco defended.

"Not even if every single detail can put yourself in danger?" Hermione said her hands around her waist.

"I am not in any danger, thank you very much,"

"Yes you are Malfoy!" Hermione answered. She put a hand on his shoulder. "I don't want to see anyone get hurt,"

Malfoy made no response.

"Including you,"

"Why were you so offended earlier?" Malfoy asked.

She dropped her arms. "He's one of my best friends,"

"I make fun of my friends all the time!"

"You're in Slytherin, Malfoy. And it's a wonder you can keep any of them for more than a day!"

"Granger," Malfoy said, stepping back a bit, "a bit harsh don't you think?"

"I know," she said, covering her mouth with her hand, "I'm sorry! That was just out of hand,"

They had paused for a moment and Hermione asked, "So what was the 'business' that you needed to go to for him?"

"What?" his voice squeaked a bit.

"The business," Hermione repeated with a giggle, "With the Headmaster,"

"Oh," Malfoy answered, "That. It was nothing. I just needed permission for a potion,"

"What potion?"

"Now that, Granger, I have a right to keep to myself,"

"Oh, so now you're going to just leave me hanging are you?"

"Yes," he replied with a smile. "Now get to sleep. That was what that old man told me," Malfoy replied. "You listen to every word that he says, why stop now?"

Hermione smiled. "Don't call him an old man," she replied sweetly.

Malfoy shrugged.

She got into bed, lifting the blankets. As she laid down she mumbled, "Good night Malfoy,"

"Good night love," she heard him say quietly. She smiled and had

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"Do you want to come with me to visit Hagrid?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," Ginny encouraged. "It'll be fun. I can't wait to tell him about me jinxing Dean Tomas when he tried to get onto me, if you get to the point I'm making," Ginny replied with a wink.

"I will get him!" Harry answered loudly. "He knew perfectly well that I was there,"

Both of the girls giggled. "Oh!" Ginny replied, "I didn't mean any harm," She giggled a bit and continued, "I don't need you to be protected,"

"You'll be better protected with me around," Harry said defensively.

"Where in the world is Ron?" Hermione asked.

"Out with Quincy I suppose," Ginny guessed.

"Really?" Hermione asked, interested.

"Yeah really?" Harry piped in. "Don't know what they could be doing though. She's always blushing and he gets red in the ears as usual,"

"Aww. That's so cute," Hermione stated. "They must be hiding away, snogging,"

The three of them laughed at the thought.

"I'd better get going," Hermione said, standing up from the table.

"Oh," Ginny replied in a disturbed tone. "Head duties I suppose?"

"Um... you can say that I suppose,"

She hurried off the Great Hall and took a slow walk to the Hospital Wing. The sun had reached it seemed, its' highest peak and shown out and made Hermione's eye squint. She tapped on the front of the Hospital Wing's door although it was clearly open for all to see. A little girl with burgundy hair turned around and walked off quickly after seeing her.

Hermione peered in and saw that Samantha Folman had taken its place. She wore the same emerald robe and but her hair had been made into a French braid leaving strands in the front enough to cover the top of her head but enough to keep it out of her dark hazel eyes.

"I'm sorry about Abigail," Samantha apologized. She walked over to Hermione in a slow pace, the ends of the sash swinging slightly and saying, "She overheard somewhere that a certain Healer was coming and hurried right over to help," She laughed. "Wishes to be a Healer when she grows up,"

"That's nice," Hermione said plainly.

Clearly seeing that no conversation was to be made, Samantha go a stood with a back and patted the seat. "Sit here for a minute while I go and get a basin and cloth," she said and hurried away to a corner of another part of the room.

Hermione had sat down and not a minute too soon did she see the same little girl coming up and setting the basin and cloth on a table beside Hermione.

Samantha soon followed saying, "Abigail, darling, you do not, I repeat, do not need to assist me so much,"

"But I want to help Madame Annabelia," Abigail whined.

"You can help by setting the remedies out, how 'bout that?" Samantha asked, bending down to face Abigail.

She nodded furiously and scurried away.

"What are you going to do to me?" Hermione asked.

"Just a little health check," Samantha replied. "Nothing to worry about," She sat down and said, "We don't need to perform and spells. Not yet. We're first going to ask a few questions,"

"That's all right with me,"

"Now," she stated while Abigail set aside the contents, "Have you ever been in a state like the one Albus Dumbledore told me about?"

Hermione shook her head.

"Really?" she asked, and jotted down some notes in her pad that was on her lap. "And what was it you were drinking?"

"I wasn't drinking anything," Hermione stated defensively. "It was in Professor Dumbledore's orders to drink it so that we would know when Rita Skeeter was up to something,"

"Yes," Samantha said with a firm voice, "But you still drank it. I never said that you abused it of any sort,"

"Now to get on with the questions," she continued, "What kind of muggle allergies do you have in particular?"

"I dunno. Dust?" she asked lamely.

"Miss. Granger!" Samantha shouted, "I need your full attention if I am supposed to give an antidote for your illness!"

Hermione immediately stayed quiet and listened.

"Now," Samantha continued. "Abigail!" she called out. "Everything is ready, yes?"

She nodded.

"Good,"

She headed toward and gestured Hermione to follow.

In another room, there lay many small cups with a different liquid inside each of them and having a little number written on each side. "What is all this?" Hermione asked.

"I need you to smell all the cups in order," explained Samantha. "It will help,"

"Um..." Hermione was hesitant. She lifted one cup the marked "1" with thumb and index finger and smelled.

"Oh!" she said, dropping it suddenly, spilling it all over her robe, "It' smells dreadful!"

"I thought you might think so," Samantha replied, handing over a cloth.

Hermione rubbed on it and instantly, the stain disappeared. "It's invisible ink,"

"It smells horrid, don't you think so?" Samantha asked.

"It's a test of how well your nose is to magical potions. If you get all of them correct, your nose is perfectly fine, although I doubt that,"

Samantha handed Hermione the next cup that was labeled, "2".

"Since you are allergic to some things like radar ingredients. This is to get a better knowledge of you,"

"Thank you," Hermione said gently.

This continued on with Samantha taking notes after each cup was tested. There was little chat and amusement in between with different smells of eggnog (something magical about it indeed) and newt juice which made Hermione sneeze hysterically. After the 15th cup Hermione said, "My nose feels a bit unventilated." Hermione said.

"Yes, it does get that way sometimes," replied Samantha.

"Well now," she said, standing up, putting her pad aside. "Shall we continue this next week?"

"Certainly," Hermione said, smiling.

Samantha smiled back, showing her white teeth.

"Thank you," Hermione said before leaving.

"Your welcome," Samantha answered, "And if you have any questions or feeling peculiar, feel free to come to either me or Madame Pomfrey," she added.

Hermione nodded and said, "I will," and left the Hospital Wing.

A/N: Wow….another chapter. Another accomplishment. Review! Please and thank you.