"Mr. and Mrs. Barkson, pardon me for being brash, but you've GOT to get your son's dog to take these flowers off my forehead," Hermione was standing behind Zeff and Milette Barkson, who were watching their Yapillons fluttering over an unconscious pureblood body whose chest was cut open. Hermione struggled to keep her eyes off the carnivorous fly-traps that were growing on the patient's beating heart. The plants were chomping everywhere, but the two Yapillons were exhaling a yellow mist that was slowly making the carnivorous fly-traps become browner and frailer.

Zeff Barkson, a tall, slender man with slick, blazing-orange hair and square-rimmed glasses, looked over his shoulder to grin at Hermione. "Ah, I'm sorry to hear that. Galvin and Pokey pulling up pranks again?"

Hermione nodded. "He had his Yapillon give Draco these…gorgeous, silver eyes…" her voice trailed off, as unavoidable images of Draco, shirtless, suddenly flooded her brain. "…and…those silver eyes…grew these flowers…on my forehead….and now I can't stop thinking about him…."

Zeff chuckled. "Ah, looks like Galvin made Pokey give Draco some Bedazzlebuds."

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Bedazzlebuds?"

Zeff nodded. "They are tiny, microscopic buds that glow silver, so if you were to take a blood sample from Mr. Malfoy, you would see some silver sparkles in his blood."

Hermione could feel her own blood sizzle and spark as she heard those words. She forced herself to pay attention to the rest of what Zeff had to say.

"Those buds, however, do not blossom in his own blood. For those buds to blossom into flowers, they must be mixed with blood from two different people."

Lexa, who was standing beside Hermione with Penny fluttering by her shoulder, gasped. "So that's why when those silver beams struck Hermione, flowers sprouted from her head!"

"Yep," said Zeff. "Those Bedazzlebuds travel on light beams that emit from the iris of the person's eyes, and once they hit the skin of a target person, the buds seep through the pores of the skin, mix with the blood of the target, and then sprout as silver flowers from the blood and through the skin pores. Those flowers also have some chemicals that mess up the target's brain chemistry so that the target person ends up unavoidably falling in love with the person from whom the flower buds came from."

Hermione felt her head spinning. Images of Draco were continuously to fill her mind, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not stop thinking about him. "Ugh…so that's why I'm so in love with that…that…foul, obstinate…..sexy, scandalous…." Hermione shook herself. "Ugh! I can't believe myself! Is there any way you can get Galvin Yapillon to reverse this effect? Is it true that Pokey is the only Yapillon that can heal both of us?"

"Unfortunately, yes," sighed Zeff. "And…I'm afraid Milette and I won't be able to be of much help. Yapillons will only listen to their human masters they are paired with. So Milette's Yapillon, Plutarco," he nodded to one of the Yapillons hovering over his patient, "he will only listen to Milette and no one else. My Yapillon Piper," he nodded to the other Yapillon fluttering beside the patient, "well, she's even feistier than Pokey, actually, so she doesn't always listen to me, but I'm the only human she will take orders from, if she ever wants to follow any orders, that is," he laughed. "So I'm afraid if you want to get Pokey to heal you both, you gotta make Galvin order him to do so." He then threw his head back and laughed louder. "Good luck getting my son to listen to you! I'd love to see Galvin be open to reversing any feelings of sexual arousal in a female! Especially a nice-looking one like yourself! I'm surprised he didn't want to give himself some Bedazzlebud and make you chase after him instead!"

"Dad!" Lexa's high-pitched voice made Hermione flinch. "This isn't funny! Hermione's brainwashed and all she can think about is having sex with that awful blonde guy, who's just as bad, if not worse, than Galvin! You've got to save her!"

Hermione winced, coming back to her senses. "Excuse me, but I'm not 'brainwashed'—"

"You should fire Galvin!" Lexa interrupted Hermione, her eyes wide, but this time with rage rather than fear. "He shouldn't be working here! He and Pokey just party with purebloods while Penny and I work our butts off in both the 1st and 2nd floors of this hospital!"

"That is an invalid statement," Milette Barkson spoke in an emotionless, robotic tone, without turning to face her daughter. "Your brother's Yapillon is responsible for healing Black Bile from 26 purebloods. He did so about one hour ago. The two of them currently have the highest healing record in our family."

Hermione gazed at Milette. The lady was also quite tall, but even lankier than her husband. She had the same color of blazing-orange hair and pale skin, but she wore glasses that were rather narrow with sharp edges.

Then Hermione gazed at Lexa, who was fuming. If Lexa's face wasn't so red with anger, and if Lexa just put on some narrow, sharp-edged glasses, she would look like a shorter version of her mother.

"Ugh!" Lexa pulled her hair. "Mom, dad, might I remind you that half the patients that Galvin sees are women around his age? He's been hooking up with every single female that he's healed so far! He's bribing them with sex!"

"Your brother isn't the one bribing them," said Milette in her nonchalant tone. "The pureblood females get him to heal them because they promise to sleep with him afterward."

Hermione widened her eyebrows. "Oh, Merlin. So that's the only reason why Galvin heals so many patients in such a short time? Because he's excited to have sex with them when they're all better?!"

"Yes." Milette replied without a hint of emotion in her voice or her face.

Hermione frowned at the lady. Milette didn't take her eyes off her Yapillon once. Hermione cleared her throat and spoke to her. "Well…shouldn't you be concerned about your son's behavior?"

"Yes," repeated Milette in the same, robotic tone.

Hermione waited for her to say more, but the gangly lady remained silent, eyes focused on her Yapillon as he exhaled some more yellow mist at the patient's chest.

Hermione huffed. "So why aren't you doing anything about Galvin? I could surely use your help, convincing him to reverse this effect on me!"

The room suddenly exploded with yellow dust. Suddenly, Piper and Plutarco, the two Yapillons above the patient's chest, were yapping at each other rapidly, shooting out yellow shards from their butterfly-ears. Penny started yapping and joined in, shooting yellow shards and dust from her ears as well.

As the yellow dust fell over the carnivorous plants from the patient's chest, the plants instantly became bright green again and started chomping around and a much faster rate, biting at the patient's heart and tearing at the surrounding skin.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Zeff yelled. "Okay, looks like this is gonna be a long day. Miss Granger, I sincerely apologize, but if you really want to be healed from Bedazzlebuds, I suggest you try and convince my son yourself." He winked at her. "I think you can handle it, though. Galvin is easily swayed by pretty young ladies like yourself."

"DAAAD!" Lexa screamed, yanking at her orange hair again.

Her high-pitched scream caused Piper to snarl and shoot some yellow shards toward her. Lexa screamed again and ducked, her face instantly returning to her typical horrorstruck expression. Then she grabbed Hermione's hand and yanked her out of the room. "Penny, let's go!" She cried. "The last thing I need is some flesh-eating plants growing from my organs and preventing me from being a perfect Healer!"

Hermione, Lexa, and Penny exited the Barkson Hospital and started walking down the street. It was already dark, so they decided to head to Blaise Zabini's apartment where the purebloods in the area were already partying.

Hermione was thankful for Lexa's constant, worrisome bickering. The orange-haired girl's fear and intense anxiety kept Hermione fearful and anxious enough so that it was easier to block out any incoming thoughts about Draco. Luckily, Lexa's voice was hard to block out.

"I'm soooo sorry about my dad!" Lexa was shaking her head, shocked. The girl was rambling rapidly. "My dad's wonderful and very loyal, but he's not afraid to speak his mind. I hope you don't feel creeped out when he commented on your looks. Oh!" Lexa jumped. "Not that I don't think you're pretty! I think you're gorgeous! It was just creepy that my dad had to say that to you." Lexa's face twisted and she stomped her foot. "Ugh, but I don't mean it that way when I said you're pretty. I promise, I'm not attracted to you or anything like that, I just think you're pretty, but I don't have a crush on you or anything! Please don't get any wrong ideas, Hermione!" Lexa turned and grabbed Hermione's shoulders and looked into her eyes with desperation. "I swear, I am straight! Please don't try to damage my reputation as a Healer! PLEASE!"

Hermione blinked a couple times. She chuckled softly, still half-dazed from the images of Draco she had been trying to shove out of her mind. "It's okay…I would never try to damage your reputation. And I don't think you should feel like it would be damaged if you weren't straight."

Lexa shook Hermione violently. "ARGH! IT WILL! I HEAL PUREBLOODS, THE MOST PREJUDICED WIZARDS IN THIS WORLD! If they find a reason not to like me, they won't come to me for healing, and then I'll be screwed! Without patients to heal, I'd be nothing!" She spun around and shouted to the sky. "WHY?! Why am I here? Why was I brought out of my world and into this world of sorcerers?! I wish I could just return back to my world, back in my Yapillon Clan territory with my people, where I belong!"

Hermione would have tried to calm the emotionally unstable girl, but her head was throbbing and her heart was thudding. It was getting more and more difficult to rid Draco from her mind. She had to see him. She just had to.

Suddenly, Penny started yapping, which made Hermione come back to her senses. She turned to see Penny barking at a girl running out of an apartment building. Hermione gasped. The girl was Pansy Parkinson. And she was running out of the building, screaming, in her bra and panties. Silver flowers were growing from beneath those panties.

"Oh great…" Hermione muttered. An intense feeling of jealousy surged through her and she felt like chasing after the girl and….murdering her. "I have some competition now…" Her hands clenched.

Lexa gasped. "Ahh! Did Draco strike someone else?! NOOO! Wait. Hermione, COME BACK!"

Hermione found herself running after Pansy, her vision blurry with rage. Why am I doing this? Why am I feeling this way? I shouldn't feel this way…oh, but Draco is MINE. He's MINE, not Pansy's. Not yours, you stupid, Slytherin bitch.

From the corner of her eye, Hermione could see someone running by her side. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw who it was. It was Harry. He had the same look of rage in his eyes. And he had silver flowers growing from his scar.