Ginny and the others, hearing the worry in Minerva's voice, ran into the kitchen.
"Hermione!" Ginny screeched as she rushed to her lover's side. Ginny pulled Hermione's head to her own shoulder and patter Hermione's head while rocking back and forth. "Somebody get a cool towel!"
Xiomara Hooch, who had been standing closest to the sink, passes Ginny the towel she had asked for. "What happened?" she asked her lover, Minerva.
"She just collapsed!" Minerva exclaimed taking her lover's offered hand as an assist to stand.
Four sets of eyes traveled to the kneeling, and nearly hysterical, Ginny on the floor.
Ginny looked up at them and breathed deeply to compose herself. She sat down and laid Hermione's head in her lap. Ginny looked directly at Minerva. "You make her nervous. You put her on edge. You always have. Ever since she told you that she's a lesbian and that she had a crush on you," Ginny explained with a hint of accusation in her voice.
"But… That was in her third year! Almost ten years ago! Cho said, looking skeptically at Minerva.
"She's been over you since the middle of her fourth year!" Katie chimed in, also speaking in Minerva's direction.
"I know, but not completely," Ginny said, brining the attention back to the situation. "You just… There's something about you. The feelings of romantic love for you left eons ago, but the jittery nerves remain." Anger and accusation leaked into Ginny's voice, "And you claiming that 'you know' doesn't help, either." Ginny breathed deeply again and the anger left her voice, "She loves you, all of you, dearly and cherishes you all. The paranoia and jittery nerves became too much for her by her sixth year. She began brewing Draughts of Peace."
"She had to drink a Draught of Peace to cope with Minerva?" Xiomara Hooch asked Ginny incredulously. Ginny nodded.
"She should know better. Too much of that can cause," Minerva began.
"A coma," Ginny finished. "I know. I've talked to her about it. She told me she doesn't take the little vials too often. Just a few through out the days of our 'reunions.'"
Hermione's eyes began to flutter and she covered her eyes with her hand as she awoke. Ginny motioned for the group to return to the sitting room, wanting to talk to Hermione on her own. Skeptical, they obliged.
"'Mione, dear, are you okay? You collapsed." Ginny stood and helped Hermione to her feet.
"I'm fine. Are they here yet?" Hermione asked anxiously.
Ginny breathed deeply and nodded. "They just arrived through the front. I came to help with the tea and you were on the floor," Ginny lied, knowing the truth would only cause Hermione to down more vials of her potion.
Hermione smiled, "Do they like the house?"
"Love it," Ginny kissed Hermione. "I'll get the tea tray," she insisted as Hermione picked it up.
Hermione shook her head stubbornly and retained her grip on the tray. "Just open the door, dear."
"Hermione, sweeties, you collapsed!" Ginny exclaimed, dropping all pretenses. "We should send them home so you can rest and recuperate!"