Second chapter! I hope you guys like this one too. Review and enjoy! (And feel free to comment on what you think the condition is and stuff!)

Disclaimer: I do wish Blaise was mine but unfortunately, JKR is the one with that power.

Blaise sat in an uncomfortable next to the small girl. His large yet lean body blocked some of the light from the hallway from reaching her fragile body. It had been three hours since Hermione's freak out in potions and the healers from St. Mungo's were just arriving.

He was ushered from the room by an elderly woman and placed in a seat next to Draco, who looked up at his friend's wistful expression. "Blaise, man, I wish I knew what was going on to but sneaking in there every ten minutes isn't helping."

The taller boy glared down at his blond friend. "She also didn't faint in your arms."

Draco gave him a long, hard stare. "Since when do you care about Granger?"

"I don't!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" It didn't sound convincing, even to the speaker. Blaise winced at his quick answer and the high pitched tone of his voice. He didn't care about Granger so why was he acting so fruity. "I'm just worried. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before." Blaise flopped into the open seat next to Draco. "So what do you think happened?"

Shrugging, Draco leaned farther back in his chair. "Well, she was acting very out of character and I've never really heard of anyone getting angry and having their eyes turn black except in cases of Dark Curses. But that's on when they're about to die." As if sensing Blaise's sudden panic, Draco continued. "That couldn't be it. She'd have to have gotten hit by it in Potions so no dark curse."

The two were silent for a few minutes before Draco spoke up again. "Besides, it seemed like Potty and Weasel knew what was going on or at least how to try and stop her. Ask those freaks."

"Oh yeah, totally. I'll just waltz right on up to Weasely and ask him why his best friend and love interest for the past 7 years is acting like a possessed freak and currently lying stiff in the Hospital Wing."

"Well, she's not lying stiff anymore." Both boys jumped at the voice. Headmaster Dumbledore walked out of the large double doors. "She's awake but won't respond to us or our tests. We have a specialist coming in."

"Who?" Draco asked, curious.

"You may have heard of him, Doctor Tyler Loverly."

Blaise and Draco both looked beyond confused. Blaise spoke up first. "Um, Professor, not to sound like I know nothing, but who is that? I've never heard a name like that in my entire life." He hunched over slightly, as if defeated. "I just want to know what's going on."

The older man sighed, deep in thought, before nodding to himself and turning around. "Follow me, boys. The good Doctor will be here soon and we must be there to greet him." He lead them through the castle, up and down stair cases and past many portraits neither boy recognized. After a long walk, the corridor they were in came to an abrupt halt.

"May I ask why we've stopped, sir?" Draco asked.

Dumbledore merely smiled and stood still, looking around the corridor as if he had never been there before. After a few minutes of silence, Draco and Blaise were eyeing each other uncomfortably. Was their Headmaster okay?

A sudden popping noise, loud and sharp, brought their attention to the spot Dumbledore's eyes had rested on. Standing next to a cabinet with a blue rose on top stood a man of average height and age with no hair and soft brown eyes. His skin was incredibly pale. He smiled at the old man standing before him, soon noticing the two boys close behind.

"Albus, may I ask about your company?"

"Certainly, Doctor. This is Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini."

Tyler Loverly looked at the two boys as if sizing them up. A moment later, he was in front of them, his hand out. "Pleasure to meet you, son. I've never been this close to a young male wizard." He tilted his head at Blaise. "My, you have the most amazing chin structure!" His eyes turned to Draco's. "And your eyes! See misery and happiness, have you boy?" Tyler grinned merrily. "Good show!"

"Doctor Loverly, was it? The pleasure is mine." Draco said, his pureblood etiquette showing. "Can I inquire as to what you study?"

"Yes, you can."

"May I?"

"Of course."

"Well?"

Without answering, the Doctor began to walk back to Hospital Wing. He turned lefts and rights and faster then their first journey, they were back. Doctor Loverly shoved open the doors to the Wing and promptly closed them after him. Blaise and Draco took their seats, wishing the doctor would answer their questions and save the girl they pretended to care nothing about.

Five minutes after they arrived, Harry Potter and his sidekicks showed up.

"Potter. Weasely. Longbottom. Finnegan. Thomas." Draco sneered. "I expected I would see you soon."

Harry glared at the boy in front of him. "Malfoy. You have no business being up here."

"As Head Boy, I do. Granger is Head Girl after all. If she dies, I get the responsibilities."

Blaise snorted. "Right." Draco merely glared.

Ron looked at the Italian. "You need to leave. Hermione needs us here for her, not some creepy Slytherins who seem to be stalking her."

"You mean Slythershits, Ron." Neville added, a sudden protectiveness no one had seen ever coming forth. "If you mess with Hermione, I will kill you myself."

Blaise snorted again. "Right."

Draco shoved him off his chair. "Blaise, behave. Look Potter, we're just concerned, okay? Granger might be a bookworm and even worse, a Gryffindor, but I've grown fond of her. Being a Head will do that to you. Sue me."

Dean opened his mouth, an angry retort about to leave his snarling lips, when a high pitched scream echoed through the wing. Another screamed followed soon after. It went silent and the group of boys ran to the doors, trying to open them.

Another scream, this one louder and more painful sounding then before, sounded. After continuous tries to reach their ailed friend, the group sat down.

"Who's in there with her?" Seamus asked, shaken.

"Doctor Loverly. Tyler Loverly. Pleasure to meet you all!" The doctor stood yet again in front of them. "Oh, what wonderful specimens of normal teenage boys! How do you do?"

Harry looked up at the man. "Hermione just screamed! And you're asking how we are?!"

Doctor Loverly faltered for a moment. "You do not know of her condition?" At the shaken heads, he heaved a deep sigh. "Bother. Well, dear boys, I'm afraid to tell you, but our Hermione Granger is a…"