Title: Helping Her

Genre: Humor/Romance

Category: Harry Potter

Summary: Draco Malfoy is always the center of attention, not the attention giver. When he and Ron Weasley accidentally turn Hermione into a five-year-old, Draco will have to give all the attention he has to the small girl.

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Chapter 17: The Dolattivone Potion and Expulsion?

Immediately after Harry had burst out with that, everyone's tears stopped. They were still, staring avidly at the boy, waiting for him to answer. For once, Harry had no idea what to say, what to do or how to make anything better than it was. He decided that nothing was better than what he had done, and to just come out with it. He sighed loudly.

"Look. Everything that has been happening to Hermione--her going missing earlier and her disappearance now--is my fault. I really regret it now, I really do, because I feel what she's feeling and I can barely keep myself sane." Everyone was quiet. Shocked faces passed through the crowd as Harry continued.

"I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I--I wasn't thinking logically and I--formed an alliance. An alliance with a Slytherin to get rid of everything. And everything was based around Hermione, so I got rid of what was holding you together. I'm sorry. I--let me tell you everything." He said softly. Each of them were sending him looks, Ginny unable to face him at the time, and Pansy giving him a heavily burdened look.

Harry was on his way to the Potions classroom when a voice sounded behind him.

"Potter." The deep, masculine voice spoke loudly. Harry turned around to see a Slytherin standing behind him. He was tall, a little more over than Harry himself, with light brown hair and dark eyes. He was watching expectantly.

"What do you want, Nott?" Theodore Nott smiled roughly; amused by the way that Harry was acting so standoffish.

"Same thing you want, Potter. My friends away from that mudblood girl." He crossed him arms, leaning against the wall. Harry turned to walk away. "I know you want your friend away from my Slytherin friends." Harry paused, and turned backward.

"What do you suggest, Nott?" Harry said quietly. Theo smiled knowingly.

"I knew you'd see it like that, Potter. Well, I've been researching a way to do this." Theo reached in his pocket and pulled out a clear bottle that looked like water and a folded up piece of paper. He handed it to Harry as he read.

Italian Satanist couple, Alessandri and Elena Cattarini, created the Dolattivone Potion. A clear, tasteless potion and its name coming from the Italian words meaning painful, evil and separation.

The Dolattivone Potion has three different forms, with the painful form being the first. When the victim in is a state of joy, they will instantly transport to the worst place they could be and experience pain while there.

After found by their loved ones, they will vanish to the second form, evil. They will battle an evil that could very well be painful at the same time. The battle will be grueling and most likely unfair for the victim.

The last form of the Dolattivone Potion is separation. After the joyous reuniting of the friends of the victim, the one thing that holds them all together will disappear at an unlikely time.

Both Elena and Alessandri Cattarini, the creators of this horrid potion, have been residing in an experimental lab for about twenty years, and have found a way to create a potion to even out the lives of truly evil people. It is rumored that a matching curse is around somewhere.Harry looked up at the article curiously to Nott, who was tossing the Potion up and down. He stopped and handed it to Harry.

"Just find a way to get it to her, and it will take effect, Potter."

Harry hung his head, tears falling from his eyes. "I--I never meant for this to happen, I care ab-about Hermione a lot and I didn't want any of this, but I hated it! I hated how she trusted you, Malfoy, and you, Zabini, over us! I was desperate and I wasn't thinking..." Harry fell to his knees quietly, tears slipping through his hands.

Draco was absolutely furious. Standing from his kneeling position, he angrily walked towards Harry, lifted his face to his, and punched him swiftly. Harry clutched his face, still crying, and Ginny shrieked loudly.

"Stop it, Draco! Stop it!" Blaise let go of Ginny, who slid to the floor sobbing, to try and grab Draco away from Harry. He grabbed Draco around the waist and groaned as the latter pulled his elbow back, accidentally hitting Blaise in the face.

Draco suddenly felt arms around him, pulling him away from Harry. He pulled his fist back one more time, the back of his elbow stinging from colliding with Blaise's face, and hit Harry across the face for the fourth time as Blaise finally pulled him back. Draco fell back onto a now unconscious Blaise, red knuckled and rageful. Ron and Pansy reluctantly pulled Harry away from Draco and left him there.

The distraught blonde pushed himself away and rushed to his room, slamming the door behind him. Ginny found her way over to Blaise, gently cupping his head and checking his injuries. His cheekbone was definitely fractured, Draco's elbow pushing a shattered bone through the side of Blaise's cheek. The dark haired Slytherin was unconscious and lay on the floor as Ginny tried to help him up. Harry walked over.

"Gin, let me help--" Ginny shook her head vehemently.

"You've helped e-en-enough, Harry." She stammered through her tears, managing to hoist her boyfriend up and walk towards the door. Ron stood up, as well as Pansy, holding hands tightly. Ron walked over, loosening his hand from hers and picked Blaise up like a rag doll, carrying him out of the door. Pansy left in a different direction, most likely to the Slytherin Common Room. Harry was alone and disturbed, rocking softly in the middle of the Heads Common Room.

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At the Hospital Wing a few minutes later, Madam Pomfrey couldn't tend immediately to Blaise.

Ginny was outraged. "His whole cheekbone is shattered as far as I can see, Madam Pomfrey!" The redhead exclaimed, near tears as she watched blood come up from the rupture in his now flawed face like a volcano. Madam Pomfrey shook her head sadly, tending to a bed.

"I'm sorry, Miss Weasley, but this just arrived anonymously." She stepped away from the bed allow Ginny to see the horrid sight before her. It was Hermione. Her face was dirt covered and blood smeared a large gash across her pale stomach revealed, a few bones lay broken inside. The throbs of her heart threatened to spill many of the organs out and one of her legs was twisted downward.

Ginny sobbed quietly, walking away from Blaise over to Hermione and Madam Pomfrey. "Can't you do anything, Madam Pomfrey? Just quickly? I'm so worried--the both of them mean the world to me and I couldn't bear to--" Ginny turned to her brother comfortingly, sobbing into his shoulder. Ron rubbed his sister's back soothingly.

"Mister Weasley, you are an apt spell caster. On the desk there is a book with spelled for healing exploded bones, which looks like Mister Zabini's case. Cast it once, no more than that, and apply this cream to his face." Madam Pomfrey handed him a jar of cream. Ginny sat in a chair beside Blaise's bed, his hand in hers, and the unharmed side of his cheek facing her. And his bright indigo eyes opened slowly.

"Ginny..." He got out slowly, and barely, seeing as his cheekbone that connected his jawbone was sticking out of his cheek. She threw herself lightly against his stomach as Ron pushed her back.

"Ginny, he might fall unconscious again. This spell is dangerous, I don't know if I can do it..." He shook slightly. Ginny looked up at him with wide brown eyes.

"Oh Ron, you have to! I couldn't bear it if Blaise--" She turned her head away. Ron sucked in a breath, before casting the spell. The light blue glow slowly pushed the bone back into one piece, before watching it melt back into the tan flesh of his cheek. Blaise's eyes closed briefly, before they opened again. Ron turned to leave, but Blaise grabbed his wrist.

"I know you don't like your sister and I dating. You didn't have to do this, but I owe you my life. Thank you." He said softly, his cheek sore. Ron nodded and smiled.

"My sister would have died without you. And it'd be on my conscience, Slytherin or not." He said with a smile, before leaving the Hospital Wing. Ginny wrapped her arms around Blaise tightly and ignored the slamming of the Hospital Wing doors.

"Blaise!" It was Draco, who rushed to his best mate's bed. "I'm sorry, Blaise. I shouldn't have started--I--but Potter, he hurt Hermione! I--" Ginny cut him off by pointing.

"She's already finished the first form, Draco. She's almost dead." Ginny stumbled slightly, pointing to the bed opposite, as Draco rushed over. His eyes watered over at the sight of the girl he cared for so much bleeding and unconscious.

"Is there anything I can do to help, Madam Pomfrey?" Draco asked quietly, watching the nurse carefully try and reconstruct Hermione's ribcage.

"It's not easy to rearrange bones that have completely broken and fallen out, Mister Malfoy! Could you please make sure Mister Zabini is all right? From your shouting, I do believe you ruptured his cheek quite badly, you know." Draco walked sullenly back to Blaise and Ginny, sitting down.

"What am I supposed to do you two?" He said quietly, his head in his hands. Ginny was quiet, but gently placed her hand on Draco's shoulder.

"Wait, I suppose. At least we know what to expect." She said softly, Blaise sitting up beside her. She sighed softly.

"I don't know what would make Harry do such a thing. He--he never lost me, he never lost any of us. Ron, Hermione and I are still there with him, we're his friends. I don't know why he felt like he was losing us to you all..." Ginny finished. Blaise smiled and laid his chin on her shoulder.

"What normal person wouldn't worry about losing you to wonderfully attractive Slytherins?" He joked quietly, and he had even gotten Draco to crack a smile. Ginny settled down and it was silent yet again.

"Blaise, I'm sorry about hitting you." Blaise was already nodding his head at the beginning of Draco's apology. He hit Draco in the shoulder and then spoke.

"It's even now, although that wasn't quite as horrible as shattering my cheekbone, Draco." The boy flushed, almost impossible for a pale person, but Draco Malfoy managed to accomplish it. A faint noise grabbed their attention and Draco rushed over to the bed Madam Pomfrey had left.

"Hermione?" The blonde asked curiously, to see an eye crack open from the bed.

"Draco. Oh Draco--" Tears filled her eyes. "I can't go back." Draco hugged the five-year-old lightly, careful not to hurt her, but then, as Pansy had described, and Hermione's small and frail body disappeared. He felt his eyes water and his throat constricted from tears.

"Hermione..." He said softly, interrupted by a loud laughter coming from the door. Ginny, Blaise, and Draco both looked up to find out where the source of laughter had come from. It was Theodore Nott.

(A/N: Um, this was supposed to be a cliffie, but you guys were furious at the last one, so I'm combining Chapter 17 and 18. Okay?)

Draco couldn't describe the burning in his chest as he saw the tall Slytherin enter the Hospital Wing smugly and walked over to Blaise's bed.

"What happen to you, Zabini?" The dark haired Italian glared at the boy, who looked innocent. Ginny stepped away from the tall, brunette Slytherin, and folded her arms with a glare.

"Get the hell away from my bed, Nott. You're not welcome here, or anywhere." Blaise swung his feet off the side of his bed and gave Theo a threatening glare, but Ginny pushed her hand into his chest. Nott slapped it away.

"No, no, Weaselette, let's see what Blaisey's gonna do." Blaise felt a growl erupt deeply in his stomach at the sight of the Slytherin pushing Ginny's hand away.

"Touch her again, Nott, talk to her like that again and you will not have a life." Blaise glared heavily at the boy, Ginny grabbing one of his arms forcefully to silently reign her boyfriend. Hell if she'd let him get hurt again. Just watching Ron repair it was a nasty sight.

"What will you do, Zabini? Can't I talk to her?" He said innocently, laughing to himself as he approached Ginny, who stood in front of Blaise's bed at the moment, backing away from the Slytherin.

"Nott..." Blaise warned, but the boy wasn't listening.

He pushed Ginny roughly, the girl stumbling back. "You're a whore, Weasley. Nothing but a dirty, blood traiting whore." He pushed her harder, and she fell back onto the floor. He knelt down and clasped her hair tightly in his fist. "Blaise doesn't love you, you know. He's in love with that mudblood, except she got turned into a five-year-old. He never loved you."

Blaise saw red and Draco couldn't make it over to restrain the angry boy. He leapt off his bed fatally, and tackling Nott to the ground, proceeded to smash his head against the tile. Ginny was too shocked to say anything, so she scrambled back against the wall. Draco yelled loudly to attract Madam Pomfrey's attention, as he grabbed Blaise in return from before and yanked him off a bloody-faced Theodore Nott.

After Draco let go of the furious Blaise, who collapsed back onto his bed, unable to express himself. But then jumped up quickly and ran over to where Ginny was curled up. Carefully, he took her into his arms, the redheaded girl immediately wrapping her arms around him and sobbing, "Blaise, what were you thinking?"

He wrapped his arms around her and just lay his head on top of her softly, setting her down. "I'm sorry..." He said softly. "I'm so sorry, Ginny." She pushed him away and stood up. He reached out, but she shook her head, tears in her eyes.

"I don't know how you can do this to me, Blaise! Continuously hurt yourself and hurt me and hurt everyone else! I thought you finally controlled it. I understand you felt threatened, but look at him, Blaise! You always push the important things back and it comes back to slap you in the face!" Madam Pomfrey, who got the story from Draco, was currently tending to the boy. She stepped backwards slowly.

"I don't understand--" She said softly, letting tears fall from her eyes. "--how everyone can say they love me and they care about me, but they hurt me!" Blaise stood up and grabbed her firmly by the shoulders. She looked down, avoiding his eyes.

"Listen at me, Ginny. You're letting Nott get to you--" She slapped his hand away.

"I'm not letting anything get to me! Anything but you, Blaise! You can't do this to me anymore--" She shoved him roughly and ran sobbing from the Hospital Wing.

Blaise fell to his knees in the middle of the Hospital Wing floor as the pitter-patter of tears fell. He was crying. Blaise Zabini, the strong, silent Slytherin was actually crying, and it was over a Gryffindor. 'Hell, not any Gryffindor.' He thought sadly.'My girlfriend.' He felt a pang in his heart. 'God, I love her.'

The doors to the Hospital Wing burst open, as Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape entered, Snape standing rudely in Blaise's path of puddles. He roughly grabbed the Slytherin's chin and jerked it up painfully, causing Blaise to emit more tears.

"What the hell were you thinking, Blaise? Is it really Nott's fault? Weasley was bothering him. If you asked me, the girl practically asked for it--"

"Shut up!" Blaise hissed at his Head of House, eyes filled with tears. "You got reports, Professor, and not to be rude, but you don't even know about anything that really transpired here, so I suggest mildly that you shut up and think before you say stupid things." Snape glared.

"You ungrateful little--"

"Severus, that is quite enough."

"Expel him, Albus. He doesn't deserve to see this school or his little Gryffindor girlfriend ever!" the morose Potions Master sneered.

"Severus, control yourself!" the man fell quiet, glaring at the young boy who had once been his esteemed and valued student. Now, he was the equivalent to the dirt on his shoes.

"Now, Mister Zabini. Violence is extremely frowned upon at this school. Usually, it is chastised with detentions and such, but I don't believe that I can allow that to suffice for the level of danger you put this particular student in. I acknowledge that he fueled the fire, according to Mister Malfoy, but I simply cannot excuse this." Blaise didn't care. The next statement froze him to the floor and his eyes closed sadly.

"We'll need you packed up in an hour. I'll look for you here, Mister Zabini. I'm sorry, but your removal from this school will be for the best."

Chapter 17: The Dolattivone Potion and Expulsion?

Quick Note: I know you're all flaming me, now, but please don't. Trust me. Do you trust me? You should. If you like this story, just trust me that Blaise will be okay, right? Good. And review. Combined chapter equaled a total of 3080 words!