A/N- Heya guys! I hope you liked the previous chapter! To clear up some cloudy questions, we will find out what happened to Malfoy this chappy, why Harry didn't pull out his wand when Malfoy turned up, and junk like that. I am feeling like putting in another article for the Daily Prophet on the attacks.

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Pains and Tears

Harry POV

Wow I can't believe she did that. When I woke up after a day of lost consciousness, Madame Pomphrey told me what happened, from Hermione's point of view, of course. All I remember is being hit in the stomach really hard, retching a lot of stuff, then nothing. But from what I heard, Hermione attacked Malfoy and performed wandless magic. Bloody wandless magic! Even I can barely do that yet. But it was so strong that it injured Malfoy and that slut that badly. Those two have been missing ever since the attack.

Ouch! The bloody curse that Malfoy hit me with has made me have a lot of pain. I am having trouble eating my food without it coming back out, so I have to be tube fed.

I get sharp abdomen pains often, but Madame Pomphrey said those will take a couple of weeks to subside. She said, however, that it will be a while before I can eat normally again.

I feel really weak too. Madame Pomphrey ran a few tests on me and said that I won't be able to walk on my own for at the very least two weeks. She said that I won't be doing any walking for a week, and then I will need a lot of assistance for the time after that till I regain strong feeling in my legs.

No Quidditch for me either. Curse Malfoy for making this a living hell for me. My reflexes, muscle strength, and pretty much everything else are too weak to function without some help.

But that stuff is not as important as Hermione. Some of the nurses made her a little more comfortable by putting her feet up on another chair, heaping a couple of blankets on top, and putting some pillows behind her head. Her arm was hanging off the edge and her mouth was slightly open. Sometimes she will swat her arm or something and say things that include me in them. It is so sweet.

"Mr Potter." Madame Pomphrey snapped me out of my reverie "you need to take your potions." And she set down a tray of small glass vials with different colored potions.

"Thanks for everything Madame Pomphrey." I said and I grabbed each glass and gulped down the potions, while she watched. Some tasted sweet, some sour, and some just down right nasty. When I finished, she took the tray with the empty vials and said she would bring breakfast for me and Hermione. I looked over and she was awake.

Hermione POV

Wow Harry sure has to take a lot of potions. More than I did last year. I think I count 11 vials on the tray, but I can't be sure, he's gulping them so fast. He looks so tired and a little pale still from the curse, but Madame Pomphrey says he will be alright. He can't do Quidditch, he will be too weak to walk on his own, so he needs support, and he needs to rest whenever he can. My poor Harry.

"Good morning Mione." He said, breaking me out of my reverie "Can you go back to sleep?"

"Why?" I asked, puzzled.

"Awww, you are so cute when you are confused!" Harry said with a smile "I want you to go back to sleep so I can watch you. You are so peaceful and calming when you are asleep."

I blushed a little, but said "I will not dignify that request, as much as I would like to because then I would know your watching me."

"Fair enough." He said with a cute little puppy dog pout. "I heard you talking about me in your sleep." He said with a sly grin, "what are we dreaming about?"

Oh no. I was actually doing that! I was dreaming about having some fun with him and then they turned rather naughty.

"Not dreaming about naughty things are we?" He said with a grin that makes me melt.

"Harry, I was just dreaming that we were having some sensible (great emphasis) fun together." That ought to satisfy him, but he knows I'm lying, I can feel it.

He seems to be contented with that answer as a very nice breakfast is brought out for us to share and a table is conjured so the food can be set down. I fed Harry bits of toast, but surprisingly, he didn't throw up. Hmm, maybe the power of love is better than anyone could have thought.

We got though the meal without any incident, but a couple of times Harry winced with abdomen pain. Oh I wish I could take the pain for him. Curse Malfoy for turning my manly Harry into a bed-ridden boy. Well, at least he is allowed to go out during the day, but he has to come back at night. I will be so lonely without him because we have been sleeping together. Oh well, maybe I will come and sleep on chairs again.

"Mr Potter, you are allowed to leave, but I want you back in hear by 9 or I shall call the headmaster." Madame Pomphrey said all of a sudden.

"Alright." He said, and made to get out of bed, but he fell back grimacing with pain in his legs.

"Potter, you need either a cane or someone to help you walk." Madame Pomphrey said quickly.

"I can help him." I volunteered.

Harry grabbed my shoulder for support and we slowly made our way down to the Entrance Hall to cross to the Grand Staircase. That was when we had a sight to see. Malfoy and Parkinson were being levitated on stretchers to the hospital wing. They were both battered and bruised with ice on the back of their heads.

Malfoy looked down at us and hissed menacingly "Oh dear Potter. Looks like you need some help with a simple task like walking."

"Yea, well, at least I am not the one that is on a stretcher with a cracked skull after being attacked with wandless magic." He retorted with a smirk.

I smiled and started to laugh quietly and Malfoy said "Shut up, you filthy mudblood." Unfortunately for him, McGonagall heard him and docked 350 points from Slytherin and gave him two Saturday detentions.

Both Harry and I were satisfied with this punishment. When we were almost at the stairs, I had to ask Harry a question I was burning to know the answer to.

"Harry" I said tentatively "When Malfoy showed up, why didn't you pull out your wand?"

"Well. I honestly don't know." He said after a couple of seconds of silence "I guess my instinct that he would attack me deserted me. I don't know."

It took us a while to get up the stairs, but we only met a couple of stray students because everyone was probably in their common rooms.

When we walked into the Common Room, everyone had been talking and now they were quiet. We asked why everyone was quiet. Ron handed us yesterday's Prophet and said we should read it. Under two pictures, one of us walking down the street hand-in-hand and the other of us kissing, was the title with a short piece.

What Was A Perfect Date

By: Rita Skeeter

Harry Potter and his sweetheart Hermione Granger surely did enjoy an interesting first date. The young couple enjoyed what they had hoped to be a quiet dinner in the charming village of Hogsmeade, but they were sorely mistaken. The romantic youth went to the grand-opening of a local restraint called The Magical Eats Café. They enjoyed the best seats in the house along with the latest stylings of the Weird Sisters and Celestina Warbeck. They started dancing to a Jazzy new number from her latest release Love Music Perfection called The Love Is All Mine To Keep. They felt this was a prefect time to feel the love, so they started to kiss. Then they ran out of the café quickly after cameras rudely started flashing all up and in their face.

They managed to escape the cameras rather quickly. But they had not escaped everyone. A classmate and archenemy by the name of Draco Malfoy accosted them after they left their hiding spot. After a few words were exchanged, our young hero was attacked with the Unattached Weakness Curse and reduced Mister Potter to a crumpled heap. Miss Granger, obviously outraged, ran at Mister Malfoy and punched him in the stomach, sending him into the air and landing hard on his back, cracking his head open. His girlfriend who accompanied him, Pansy Parkinson, was also blasted into the air as she tried to reach her beloved Draco.

No word yet on Harry Potter's condition, but will most likely be alright.

We looked up at everyone after we had finished the article. Everyone was bracing themselves for an outburst. Harry nudged me and I understood that he wanted to go to the common room to be alone with me and Ron. I motioned to him and we all made our way into the common room and shut the door.

"How did she get all that about our date?" I asked mortified.

"How do you think?" Ron asked with a 'this is so obvious' look "she turned into a beetle and spied on you guys the whole time. Isn't it obvious?"

"Well yea." I stuttered "But we need to do something about it. We should go see Dumbledore about this. But the only problem is…"

"…We need proof." Harry finished "As Dumbledore said 'However truthful the word may be, theword of a child is often ignored.'"

"Well, we could wait till we get out of Hogwarts and expose her so we don't have to miss school." Ron suggested tentatively.

"Ron that is the best idea that you have ever come up with. But I thought you hated school." I said with surprise.

"Yea well. Desperate times call for desperate measures." He said darkly.

"Well. We could just have Dumbledore and them take care of it." Harry said after some time of silence "Instead of leaving everything to ourselves for once."

"Harry! I love that idea better!" I said and gave him a kiss.

"Hello. I am not in the mood to watch your love affairs." Ron said bored.

"Sorry." Harry and I said at the same time, turning red.

"I can understand." Ron said "Its not like you haven't watched other people do it."

Harry went Cough "Ron"

"Oh stuff it Harry." Ron said defensively.

"You boys are so stupid." I said testily.

"Sorry Mione." Harry said with a puppy dog pout.

"Its alright." I said sweetly giving him a quick peck.

That's when Harry had a major jolt of pain. He was bent double with pain and keeled over, out cold.

After about 5 minutes of me dabbing a wet cloth to his now sweating forhead, he awoke.

"Oh Hermione." He said, his eyes all glassy, as he hugged me tight to him.

"Harry I'm fine. But if you don't stop squeezing me so hard, I might slip into unconciousness." I said struggling in his grasp.

"Sorry." He said, a small trickle of tears falling down his sweaty face "I just had a vision of you being tortured."

"Oh Harry." I said, getting all teary "let them out."

He put his head on my shoulder and we hugged each other and cried our hearts out. After about a minute or two, we came to our senses and remembered that Ron was with us.

"Sorry Ron." I said, hastily wiping my tear-stained face on my shirt. Harry too.

"Its all right guys." Ron said sympathetically "Don't you think that my best friend seeing my other best friend is distressing for me too? But we can get through this. We have before and we will again."

Harry and I laughed. We spent the rest of the day enjoying each other's company, reliving old memories and laughing at stupid things we did.

A/N- Sorry this took so long to write guys.And sorry this wassuch a crappy ending to the chapter.A lot of things have been happening this week and I been distracted and such. I don't deserve the wonderful reviews you guys leave for me. I am such an unfaithful writer.

Well, nothing to say other than that.

Love you all!

-Katie