Hermione handed Malfoy a tray and began to look through the medicines on his table.

"What is this?"

"Broth. You need to be on a liquid diet for a day or two. Here. These need to be taken with food." She handed him two pills, one very small and the other blue and large. He popped them in his mouth and swallowed with a sip of water. Hermione placed the two pill bottles over to the side of the table and picked up another. "This one needs to be taken after you eat, if you don't, and you take it on an empty stomach, you'll get sick."

"Like, I'm not sick enough, now?" He said, growling as he sipped at his broth.

"Oh, shut up. You're not sick. You're an idiot. Honestly, who jumps off of a broom hundreds of feet in the air to win a Quidditch match?!" Hermione said, examining the set of syringes and needles set up for her.

"Someone who cares about winning."

"You're so shallow."

"You're so ugly."

"You're so self-centered"

"You're too nice."

"Too nice? What's wrong with being too nice? Is that even an appropriate insult?" She said, putting her hands on her hips and sifting her weight to her other foot.

"You get walked all over. Just like you did with Snape and Madam Promfrey. You never go against the rules and always do whatever you can to help someone, which makes you weak. You're so predictable, Mudblood." Malfoy said, taking a sip of his water, acting as if he hadn't said anything. Hermione glared down at him.

"Predictable?"

"Yes, predictable."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

"Man-whore."

"Proud of it."

"Cunt." Malfoy blinked at Hermione's words.

"That was unpredictable." He said, making Hermione glare even more. She took the needle and syringe and drew up medicine into the glass tube. She took Malfoys arm, and jabbed the needle where his vein should be. He yelled and jerked, the needle still in his arm, "What the hell?!"

"Quit being an ass, Malfoy." She said, grabbing his arm again and injecting the medicine in his system. She pulled it out and threw it in the trash can, "Now take that pill." She grabbed the tray in his lap, handing him the pill and glass of water, and walked out of the room. He took the pill and set the water back onto the table. She returned, picked up the last bottle of medicine and popped open the cap, dropping one huge pill into her hand, then gave it to him.

"What's this?"

"You're last pill of the day." She said, turning on her heel and walking back to the door. She opened it, and then twisted so she could see him again, "Oh, and Malfoy?'

"What now, Granger?"

"It's a suppository." She closed the door after smiling greatly at his look of horror.

Hermione sat down in the most comfortable chair in the common room with her favorite book. The quiet was soothing and a form of therapy for her. Poe's words began to sink into her mind and helped her to clam down, forgetting that she was having to take care of the worst idiot in the entire wizarding, muggle, and alien worlds.

Her mind began to wander, stopping briefly on the subject of Draco Malfoy. She glared into her book and read the same sentence over again. She wasn't his mother, why should she be the one to take care of him when no one else could? Parkinson surely wouldn't have minded spending the night in his room, seeing as how she had done it on several other occasions, in between the other girls that spent the night there. She had been right when she gave him the title of man-whore. She absentmindedly wondered how many STDs he had.

Hermione sat upright, Poe's complete collection falling to the floor. STDs. She never checked herself… after her… incident. She left the book on the floor, running up the stairs, into her bedroom, and then into her private bathroom. She rummaged in her medicine cabinet, looking for the little box she needed. She began to panic as she realized it wasn't there. Had she forgotten it when she packed, or had she given it to Ginny? She ran into her room, opening up her trunk and searched, throwing out any object she got her hands on. It wasn't there either. She stood up, her mind racing, not understanding what she could have done with the test.

Malfoy stared at his ceiling, the pain ringing through his arm the farthest thing from his mind. Why Granger? As soon as he got his hands on Snape he was going to kill him. Or maybe the fat nurse would be a better choice…

His thoughts were interrupted as Hermione burst through his door, and headed to his bathroom.

"What the fuck are you doing now?"

"I'm looking for something."

"And what would give you the idea that I would have this thing that you're looking for."

"Because you're a man-whore."

"What, you need condoms? 'Cause if you do, then I'm charging you." He said, leaning over to see her bending over, looking in the cabinet under his sink.

"No, I don't need- wait, you use condoms?" She asked, turning around.

"Yes, of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"So you don't have an STD test, do you?" She immediately regretted her words as Malfoy began to laugh loudly.

"Y-you want an STD t-test?" He caught his breath and held his hand to his stomach, trying to ease the pain there.

"Yes, okay?"

"Why?"

"Is that any of you're business?"

"No, but I'd love to spread it around the school." He smirked at her. She sighed, giving up, "You don't have a test?"

"No, I don't. I'd find it rather funny if you came up with syphilis. Or gonorrhea." He smiled at an image in his mind. Hermione sighed, feeling tears swelling up, her mistakes coming back to haunt her. She walked quickly out of the room, ignoring the laughing resounding from Malfoy.

Hermione left the Heads Quarters and made her way to the Gryffindor Common Room, wiping her face and eyes along the way. She kept her head down and mumbled a hello to anyone who bothered to say anything to her. Her legs ached from walking so fast, and her head throbbed as she thought of things that could happen.

She searched the crowded room for the long red hair, and found Ginny sitting near the fireplace with Harry and Ron. Hermione edged closer, their conversation reaching her ears, and quickly boring her with the subject of Quidditch. They stopped talking as they realized that she was there.

"Oh, hey, Hermione." Harry said, smiling bleakly.

"What are you up to?" Hermione asked in Ginny's direction. The red head looked up at her and seemed to notice something that was off.

"Not much. Oh, I almost forgot, can you help me with my Charms homework?" Ginny stood up and grabbed Hermione by the arm, taking her up the stairs to the girls dormitory. She closed the door and looked it, turning to the worried brunette, "What's wrong?"

"I forgot to check for STDs, I don't have a test, Malfoy doesn't even have one, and you figure that he would since he's the biggest man slut in the history of man sluts, even bigger than King Henry VIII and he was a slut, I mean, Anne Boelyn and her sister-"

"Hermione."

"Oh, sorry." Hermione blushed as Ginny turned to find her trunk, "I didn't know what else to do and I figured you might know something I could do."

"What are you trying to say?" Ginny asked, giving Hermione a serious look. She laughed as Hermione turned pale, "I'm joking 'Mione. You didn't think of a spell?"

Hermione plopped down on the bed.

"I never even thought of it. I feel so stupid!" She exclaimed, putting her face in her hands. Ginny grabbed a small book out of her trunk and flipped through the pages.

"Here we go. Would you rather have a spell or a potion?" Ginny questioned, turning to Hermione, "The spell will tell you quickly but it says there's some discomfort, while the potion tells you in a day or so."

"How will you be able to tell? What happens?"

"Well…'When you use the spell, your urine will turn a color. If the urine is normal color, there is no STD in your system. If there is a color, match it on the chart below.'" Ginny read aloud. Hermione bit her lip, thinking of which option she should choose, "'The potion, although results will take longer-'"

"I want to do the spell." Hermione said, standing up. Ginny looked up at her.

"Are you sure? The potion will only take two days-"

"I'm sure, I couldn't deal with the suspense for two days. I need to know now."

"Alright… Do you want me to do it?"

"Yes." Hermione said, and stood still as Ginny took out her wand, quickly reading the page once more. She pointed the tip of her wand to Hermione belly.

"Trovare la verità" Ginny spoke and a blue light filled the room. Hermione blinked, and Ginny placed the book down on the bed, watching her friend carefully.

"I really feel-" Hermione was mid-sentence when her eyes closed and she sat back down on the bed. Her hand flew to her stomach.

"Hermione?" Ginny moved slowly forward, wand still in hand. The brunettes eyes were shut tight and she was groaning. Ginny turned and cast a silencing spell on the room, just before Hermione began to scream.

She felt as though her insides were exploding, or imploding, she couldn't tell the difference, all she knew was that it hurt, it burned. Her fingers clawed at her stomach, as if trying to tear out the dying organs, trying anything to minimize the pain. She rolled off the bed, crawling, with Ginny's help, to the bathroom, and threw up in the toilet. Tears made streams down her cheeks and created puddles on the floor were she huddled in the fetal position, gasping to take in breaths. Ginny stood, not having a clue what to do for her friend.

Hermione cried, screamed, and squirmed for nearly two hours. Her eyes were puffy and red, when she finally sat up. Her lips were cracked and her nose was red and sore. Her stomach ached slightly.

"Are you okay?" Ginny said, making Hermione turn her head.

"Y-yea, I think so. Do you uh, mind leaving for a minute? I have to-"

"Enough said. See you in a minute." Ginny stood, and walked back into her room.

Hermione stood up, her stomach feeling much better and her mind racing. She walked back into Ginny's room. The red head stood up, worry covering her beautiful face.

"Well? Did you catch anything?" Ginny asked. Hermione grabbed the book off of the end of the bed and Ginny's face fell, "What is it?" She asked quietly. Hermione read the page twice, then looked back up at her friend.

"I…" Hermione sighed, "I didn't catch anything." She started crying and Ginny rushed over to put her arms around the girl.

"You've got to be careful, 'Mione."

"You know I wouldn't want this to happen!"

"I know, I know. Just thank Merlin that you're okay and you didn't catch anything!" Ginny said, lifting Hermione's chin so she could look her in the eyes, "And no more unprotected, spontaneous sex." Hermione had to laugh at her best friends comment.

"Like you would know how to do that."

"Well, I know how to do the first part anyway." Ginny laughed, "C'mon, let's go get you something to eat. Maybe some hot chocolate?"

"That sounds so fucking good right now." Hermione replied and opened the door, taking a step outside.

"Oh, how's Malfoy? No one's seen him, we think maybe he died, please confirm that good news?" Ginny asked, closing the door behind her.

"Oh, shit, I forgot about Malfoy!"

Hello, all. I hope that you aren't getting frustrated with me, I could have had this up last night, but I was to tired. I spent all day with my boyfriend and we went and saw Max Payne (BITCHIN AWESOME) and I spent the rest of the night watching House and writing this lovely chapter for you all. I still don't go to school tomorrow, so I could possibly have another chapter up by tomorrow night or Tuesday night, I hope I do, I hate keeping all of you waiting. So, please review, cuz it makes meh happy. 33

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