Oh my goodness! I'm back! I can't believe it's been so long, time has just flown by. I'm so sorry to all who read my story (If there are any of you left that is) and to all who messaged me about carrying on with this story, well basically i've been far too busy with all new changes going on in my life and kind of lost interest in for a while. I will try my best to carry on with the story and finish it, even if it takes me forever! I hope i still have a few of my readers out there, somewhere...maybe? Anyways if anyone can actually remember what happened in the last chapter here is what happened next...

Sadie Lovett was as predictable as well, something that was very predictable! Being a snotnosed prefect who clearly thought herself better than everyone, it was time to give the girl what was coming to her, and that was in the form of myself and the twins, oh and of course a little bit of whatever concoction was in that vial too. From a little girly chat with an unsuspecting Hermione, I managed to extract useful bits of information from her without making it clearly obvious that I was digging around for infomation on the girl. As it turned out, at nine thirty every evening when on duty, Sadie would visit the kitchen, getting the house elves to make her a nice cup of cocoa, well tonight Sadie's cocoa would taste a hell of a lot nicer that was for sure!

At 9 o'clock we were ready and raring to go, only a slight problem occurred in the form of Ron.

"And what are you three up to?" He asked eagerly as we huddled up in the corner whispering.

"Nothing that concerns out little prefect brother," said George. "Now, why don't you run along back to whatever it is you're doing."

"I wasn't doing anything," Ron said glumly. "Harry's had to go see Dumbledore."

"Then go pester Hermione, we're busy." said Fred.

"Tried that, she's busy finishing home work."

"Then try harder Ron."

"Are you kidding? She's already bit my head off for interrupting her...so you gonna tell me what you're up to then?"

"NO." Snapped the twins, causing Ron to look even gloomier than before.

I couldn't help feel for him so I tried to let him down gently. "Look Ron, it's not that we don't want you hanging around with us..."

"Yeah it is." Fred cut me off.

"NO." I said giving Fred a pointed look. "It's just that you're right, we are up to something and with you being a prefect and all, well, if we get caught you'll end up getting into serious trouble and we don't want that, so your best off not knowing Ron, really."

"Oh come on guys. I mean it's not like I haven't been in trouble before, and besides having a prefect around could come in useful, maybe?"

Fred, George and I all looked at one another thoughtfully.

"He has a point." I said. "It wouldn't hurt to have a prefect around, like he said, could come in quite useful."

Fred shook his head, "I dunno. Ron does have a habit of messing thing up, I mean take last time for instance."

Ron objected "I did not. That wasn't my fault, y-you can't blame me for that."

I smiled knowing Fred was only winding him up.

"Yeah that's right Fred," George joined in. "I nearly forgot about that."

Lowering his head in shame Ron went extremely quiet. I could see his cheeks flush and the tips of his ears turned slightly pink and my heart melted. I couldn't stand to see my mate look so bad.

"Oh leave off you two. Take no notice Ron they're only pulling your leg. I mean how could us getting caught by Filtch be Ron's fault?"

"By sneezing when Filtch was right out side the door remember? That's how." George pointed out.

"And that could have happened to any one of us; it was just sheer bad look that's all."

Ron nodded eagerly in agreement and awaited the twin's decision. Fred and George looked at one another, both shrugged and turned to Ron.

"This stays between us understand?" Said Fred.

"Sure."

"You can't even mention this to Harry, well not until tomorrow at least and most definitely not Hermione, even if your life depends on it, got it?"

"Sure Anna, not a soul."

"Good." I smiled. "Then lets get on with it shall we?"

The new plan was no different from the old one only now we had Ron tagging along to help us out. It did make our task alot easier with Ron being a prefect and all, he was allowed to be out of the common room after hours, so Ron became our eyes, walking ahead and making sure the coast was clear and giving us plenty of warning if not. We followed him down the corridors and through some shortcuts until finally reaching the kitchen.

After tickling the pear, the portrait door swung open letting us in to be greeted as usual my hundreds of little House Elves.

"Can we get you anything Sirs and Miss?" One asked bowing so low that his or her nose practically touched the floor.

Ron's face lit up, just like a small child's on christmas morning. "Yeah I'll have a large piece of chocolate cake if there's any going and some pumpkin juice."

I looked at Ron disapproving. "Ron!"

He nodded at me before turning back to the house elf and added a rather uncertain "Please." The house elf scuttled off, no doubt to do as he was told.

I rolled my eyes and sighed heavily. "Merlin, give me strength."

"What? I said please."

"We're not here to eat Ron, remember? Now we need to find Dobby."

Our search didn't take long because as if on cue we all heard the excitable screech that is Dobby.

"Masters Weasley and Mistress De'lore, friends of Harry Potter, it is a pleasure." He bowed down low. "Can Dobby get you anything, anything at all?"

It had been my job to keep Dobby sweet, not that it was too difficult; Dobby practically worshipped anyone who was friends with Harry Potter. I looked back down at the little elf, with his big eyes, long pointed nose and his huge toothy smile and I couldn't help but coo over how cute I thought he was, and I kind of felt bad that I was about to trick him so I could slip a few drops of some nasty little substance into Sadie's drink.

"Dobby," I said with a big smile, "as a matter of fact there is something you could get for me."

Dobby's eyes widened and twinkled with excitement. "Dobby would be honoured Miss De'lore, anything for a friend of the great Harry Potter."

I chuckled "Well it's not something that you can get for me Dobby; it's more of something that you could do for me, perhaps?"

"Anything Miss De'lore."

I smiled and nodded at the others as we all went to our stations. It was Fred and George who Sadie liked, so naturally it was their job to make sure Sadie made it to the kitchens because it would just be our luck that tonight of all nights Sadie wouldn't turn up. So off they went to find her and join her in a little bedtime beverage while Ron and I escorted Dobby out of view and told him exactly what we wanted him to do.

"Ok Dobby, now this is very important and it must be kept a secret for Harry Potters sake ok?"

"Is Harry Potter in danger?" He whispered slightly alarmed.

"No, no, no. Harry Potter is fine Dobby don't you worry about that, he is with Dumbledore safe and sound. No Dobby, this is something that Dobby can do to help out Harry Potter's very close friend, but it must be a secret because we don't want this person to know that we are trying to help them, or anyone else for that matter, ok?"

Dobby's eyes widened with a glint of excitement. "Dobby will do everything he can to help friends of Harry Potter, and Dobby shall not say a word to anybody."

"Good, now within the next ten minutes or so Fred and George, will be coming back with a girl called Sadie Lovett, now you might have seen her in here before because she comes nearly every night for a nice hot cup of cocoa. Now Dobby, it is really important that you are the one who asks her if she would like anything ok. And then Ron and I will help you make it. Simple."

"But Dobby can not have friends of Harry Potter helping him, Dobby must do it himself. That is what Dobby is paid to do."

I opened my mouth to speak but Ron beat me to it.

"Look Dobby, we know how much you love your work and that's good really it is, but we want to do this one thing for Harry sake, you know, to make him happy and all. Besides if when we're done and you still feel bad that we helped you out then you could always come and deliver food to my dorm every night, that's if you really wanted to."

I smiled despite myself. Ron and I were in serious trouble and that was without being caught by any of the teachers. We had played on Dobby's love for Harry, and had told him that all this was to help the boy that he would do anything for, but the fact was Harry knew absolutely nothing about what we were up to and I knew he wouldn't be best pleased with the way we had used him without his knowledge, then there was Hermione. If she found out about us using poor little Dobby this way, well lets just say Ron and I really would not be very popular to say the least.

Finally we managed to persuade Dobby to let us help him make Sadie's drink and then sent him over to the entrance to wait for them to return.

"Bloody hell." Said Ron "Talk about hard work. All we want to do is pour some bleedin water into a cup, anyone would think we asked to cook her a three course meal all the fuss he made."

"You do think we did the right thing don't ya? I mean using Dobby like that, I kinda feel bad."

"We haven't used him Anna, we've just used him."

"Gee Ron, that makes perfect sense."

He frowned "What, it does. We haven't used him as in used him, we've just used him in a helping kind of way."

"And I didn't think I could get anymore confused"

"Well what I mean is that…"

"I know Ron" I said cutting him off "I was being pedantic."

Time was getting on and still there was no sign of Fred and George. We didn't say as much but both Ron and I knew that something wasn't quite right; they should have been back at least fifteen minutes ago. We waited patiently, still tucked away around the corner and out of immediate view until finally we heard the portrait door swing open and Ron and I smiled with relief.

Only we were not greeted by the tiny form of Dobby, no, instead there in front of us stood a rather out of breath Colin Creevy.

"M-M-message, f-from Fred a-an George." He panted trying desperately to take in as much oxygen as possible. "T-the person in, in question had a small accident, t-tripped up the stairs, twisted their ankle a-and is now in the hospital wing. And Fred said that even though its back to the drawing board, it was priceless to watch because she was flirting that much she didn't see George's big foot in the way and went flying, b-but don't worry because she came a cropper. Also, that thing you talked about will have to be rearranged but he will talk to you about that later." He finally finished with a huge sigh.

I looked at Ron who shrugged discontentedly back at me.

"Thanks Colin." I muttered gloomily.

"You're welcome." he said quickly before departing. Ron and I followed a few minutes later.

"How could she do this to me?" I demanded from Ron as we made our way down one of the many corridors on the second floor on our journey back to the common room. "I mean, of all the nights to trip and hurt her bloody ankle it had to be tonight. She could have at least waited until tomorrow for Merlin's sake, but nooooo, Sadie bleedin Lovett has to go and do it tonight. God I hate her."

Ron nodded. "Yeah, how dare she. I mean what was she thinking tripping over George's foot like that, no common decency in some people is there?"

With a furrowed brow I turned my attention onto Ron who looked back at me with a raised eye and a small grin. I bit the inside of my bottom lip, but it was no good I couldn't suppress the huge smile that was beginning to form.

"No, you're right, some people huh!" I said with a giggle and linked my arm through his. "So Ron, one of my many best friends, how's it going with Hermione?

Instantly I felt Ron's body tense "I, um, I…well I."

"Oh come on Ron, there's no need to be shy with me I'm one of the lads remember, you can tell me anything."

Ron nodded stiffly and cleared his throat "Um, well it um, it's, I'm not sure really, we, we haven't really had chance to talk, you know how it is."

"You know Ron; nothing will ever happen between the two of you if you don't talk."

"We do talk though."

"Yeah sure you talk, but you don't talk do you?"

Ron turned to me with a frown. "How can we talk but not talk?"

"The same way in which we used Dobby but didn't use him. Look, what it all boils down to Ron is tha….." I trailed off quickly sure I had just heard something.

Ron stopped in his tracks too and looked at me warily. "Did you hear that?" he whispered.

I nodded "I think it came from that way." I pointed towards the corridor to our left.

"You sure? I could have swore it was from behind."

We both stood still listening in the deadly silence that adorned the castle walls at this hour of the day. The corridors were deserted, but the sound of voices seemed to be getting closer and closer. Ron and I looked at one another, neither one of us able to make out from which direction the noise was coming from so it made it a little more difficult knowing which way to run. We decided on straight ahead.

We ran as quietly and as quickly as we could up the long winding corridor until we came to a rather sharp corner, we turned and stopped dead as we saw the people who those voices belonged to.

"Oh crap its Snape."

"And a load of Slytherin's. Quickly Anna, lets get out of here." Ron tugged on my robe but I didn't need much persuasion. We both turned on our heels as fast as we could but it was too late we'd been spotted.

"Hay." A voice shouted in our direction. "Over there Professor, quick."

"Spilt up." We heard Snape demand. "Zabini and Owens that way, Parkinson and Driscoll this way Malfoy and the others spread out. Move it."

"Bloody hell Anna what are we gonna do? We don't stand a chance; there must have been at least eight of them plus Snape."

"Don't worry I've got a plan."

"You have? What?"

"Well it's not a good one but it's the only one we have. B-but lets just see if we can get away from them first, I really don't want to go through with it."

We ran with all our might back down the corridors trying various doors along the way but all were locked.

"Damn." roared Ron as we tried another one.

I grabbed hold of his hand and pulled him towards me. "Come on this way."

I remembered a few years back, Fred and George showed me a secret hiding place right over at the far side of the castle on the second floor. I was almost positive that we were not too far from it but I honestly doubted we would make it, but we had to try.

The voices and running footsteps were coming from every direction. "This way," they shouted. "I see them."

We ran a little further until finally we knew there was no hope. We were pretty much surrounded.

We stopped running and looked all around for an excape route but there wasn't one to be found.

"There's n-no hope," I panted breathlessly, "s-so I guess its m-my rather bad plan." Placing my hand inside my robes I pulled out the small vial of nasty little potion that was originally meant for Sadie and uncorked it.

Ron looked alarmed "What in the blazes are you doing? You can't drink that."

"Watch me. At least when Snape catches up with us we have an excuse. I'm not well and you're taking me to the hospital wing, simple."

"But Anna you…"

"Ron." I snapped. "We don't have time to argue, it's either this or we are both in serious trouble and I mean serious. With my track record i'd be lucky if i got a years worth of detentions and you, well, do you fancy another howler off your mother? No didn't think so."

"But can't you just pretend to be ill? You can't drink that Anna, seriously."

"Think Snape's gonna believe us? After all the stunts i've pulled, no chance. He's gonna think we've been up to no good and if anything untoward has happened in this castle tonight who's gonna get the blame, us, well me mainly. So it's the only way, if he see's i'm not well then he has no choice but to believe it."

Ron nodded quite unsure but he really didn't have much choice in the matter. I brought the vial to my lips, paused for a split second and wondered if this really was the only option, oh Merlin what was I about to do? But with little time left I didn't have time to think about my actions as I tipped the nasty potion into my mouth and swallowed in one large mouthful.

Ron gasped.

My face screwed up in sheer revulsion as the thick, lumpy liquid slowly made it way down my throat, "Oh Merlin that was bad." I said retching.

I lifted my head slowly and gazed at Ron who stood motionless, his eyes wide and fearful, clearly concerned at what I had just done and quite honestly so was I. It was definitely not one of my best ideas if I do say so myself.

My eyes wondered off over to the suit of arms that was stood slightly behind Ron and I noticed something I hadn't done before. Stood next to it was a tall, blond figure with piercing icy blue eyes and I knew instantly it was Malfoy. His face was expressionless as he watched the scene before him, and I wondered how long he'd been stood there and how much he had actually seen or heard? Our eyes met briefly before once again I felt the urge to puke.

I placed one hand over my mouth while the other rested on my gurgling, churning tummy. The pains in my stomach were griping and I was really beginning to regret my actions, but the worse was still to come!

"Anna." Said Ron coming to my aid. "We need to get you to the hospital wing and quick."

"Not so fast Weasley." Malfoy decided to finally make his presence known. "I've found them Sir." He yelled in no particular direction with a smug look.

"Get lost Malfoy, she's not well can't you see that."

His eyes widened and he smirked "Is that so? Funny that because I could have sworn she was fine only minutes ago."

"Well she not fine now is she Malfoy." Ron snapped.

Malfoy simply chuckled.

I gave Malfoy the dirtiest look I could muster which really was quite lame before I started to feel rather light headed. My hand was still placed across my stomach and I started to notice that two of my fingers had started to turn a bold shade of green.

"Ohhh." I whimpered pathetically.

Ron grabbed hold of me, keeping me upright.

"I think I'm gonna puke." This really was terrible stuff and i was almost ashamed that i was going to put someone else through this, but not quite.

But before we could do anything more a rather pissed off looking Snape rounded the corner along with Zabini and Owens.

"De'lore." He spat. "Now what a surprise. So what pathetic excuse shall you come up with today as to why you and Mr Weasley are not in your common room after hours?"

I feebly held up my hand "Not well…sir." I said slowly.

"And I was taking her to the hospital wing." Added Ron with an exaggerated nod.

"Then why did you run Weasley if you two were merely going to see Madame Ponfary?" He said dangerously taking small steps toward us. "Why not just say so in the first place?"

"A-as if you w-would have believed us. Oww." I doubled over in pain. Whilst I was down there I grabbed another look at my green fingers. Only now it had spread to my whole hand and part of my wrist. "Bloody hell."

"And correctly so De'lore. Have you ever given any reason to be trusted? Now I want the truth, what have the two of you been up too?"

"It is the truth Sir. "said Ron highly agitated. "She needs to go to the hospital wing. Look at her."

Still bent over and moaning in pain I managed to lift my head and look at Snape's cold hateful face. It wouldn't have surprised me if he was doing this on purpose, prolonging my agony purely because I made him dance with me at the ball, the evil git.

His cool eyes explored my face then a small frown appeared over his brow and he looked as if he were trying to decide upon something.

"Sir I…" I tried to warm him but he held up his hand dismissively.

"But Sir I think I'm gonna…"

"Silence De'lore." His black eyes bore down on me intently.

Quickly I realised what he was about to do. The sneaky bugger was attempting to read my mind, well, I would soon put a stop to that. I broke eye contact instantly lowered my head then threw up all over his shoes.

"Believe me now Sir?"

It was kind of like, once I had thrown up, everything else just started to happen naturally. The rest of my skin started to turn a vile shade of green and my whole body slowly began to inflate, oh and not forgetting the disgusting foul odour that was now secreting from me.

Snape looked down his long hooked nose with absolute contempt, if it had not been for the fact that we were in Hogwarts and he was a teacher, I do believe he would have throttled the living day lights out of me and what's more enjoyed doing it. Then with a quick swish of his wand my little mess had vanished.

The Slytherin's could be clearly heard tittering at my expense but I knew once the disgusting smell reached their noses they would soon shut up and go away. It was a pity really that I couldn't just get up and go away, because smelling of a cross between ten day old worn socks, rotten eggs, something that had died about three weeks ago and just how the toilet smelt after Ron had used it, was really not my idea of fun to say the least!

And as if on cue it drifted slowly over to them. They all coughed and spluttered, gasping for air, Owens had practically turned blue from lack of oxygen. It would have almost been funny too, if the smell hadn't of come from me, in fact as much as it pained me I really could sympathise with them, even I disgusted myself and even Ron had backed away.

"What the hell is that foul smell?" Malfoy demanded nearly throwing up himself.

Not wanting to draw anymore attention to myself I said nothing. But not drawing attention to myself was now not possible because my body was not only green it was now at least five times it's normal size and it didn't seem to be stopping.

I looked at Snape who surprisingly the smell had not affected or if it had of he didn't show it. "So Sir, are you going to let me go to the hospital wing or are you going stand here watching me get bigger and bigger until I eventually pop?"

Snape said nothing for a while, nor did he move but eventually he spoke in his usual low drawl. "Although I would love nothing more than to be rid of you De'lore, unfortunately, if I stood here and watched you "pop" as you so put it, it would only mean a tedious amount of paperwork on my behalf and quite honestly De'lore you're not worth it. Weasley," his eyes darted in Ron's direction who was standing as far away from me as possible without trying to make it look too obvious. "Escort De'lore to the hospital wing. Though I dare say that in a matter of minutes she shall need rolling there." His thin lips twitched slightly but credit where credit was due, as much as I hated Snape it would have taken a lesser person not to laugh, I know I would have.

"Yes sir." Ron said rejoining me. His face screwed up in revulsion. "Come on Anna."

I turned around with difficulty and slowly waddled my way passed the Slytherin's who all had their hands over their noses but were laughing uncontrollably and off Ron and I went to the hospital wing.

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"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked as she sat herself on the edge of my bed a few days later, her face full of concern as Harry and Ron joined her in the hospital wing.

"Swell!" I chuckled with a fleeting glance at the twins who had been at my bedside for over an hour. "Get it?Swell!" Fred and George snorted but were soon reprimanded by Hermione who didn't find my little joke or situation quite as amusing.

"It's nothing to joke about Anna. And as for you two." Her eyes fixed sternly on the two cheeky red heads. "If it wasn't for you Anna, wouldn't even be in this situation. Do you not realise how dangerous taking a concoction like that could have been? What were you thinking?"

"Oh come on Hermione, you can't blame Fred and George, I mean they didn't force me to take it did they? I did so of my own accord they weren't even with me."

Hermione didn't say anything she didn't need too. It was perfectly clear from her contemptuous look that she was far from pleased with the lot of us, including Ron.

"I brought you these." Harry pipped up breaking the somewhat uncomfortable silence and handed me a box of Bertie Botts every flavoured beans.

"Aah, thanks Harry that's greart. Can't eat em just yet though, need to deflate just a little bit more first before I'm allowed to eat anything. Madam Ponfey seems to think the less I eat the quicker I'll get back to normal."

"What? You're not allowed to eat!" said Ron totally outraged and began helping himself to a huge slab of chocolate the twins had so lovingly brought for me. "So what do you do if you're hungry?"

"Some sort of draft. Takes away your appetite while giving your body all the nutrients it needs, apparently. Doesn't taste too bad either, reminds me a little of roast pork and parsnips with a hint of apple sauce."

"Really." Said Ron now opening the box of every flavoured beans and helping himself.

"Ron!" Hermione snatched the box away and placed them on my bedside table.

"What?"

"Harry brought them for Anna, not you."

"Well what do you expect it was hours ago since breakfast, I'm starved."

"Then I'm sure you can wait just ten minutes longer before dinner."

"Yeah Ron!" Fred joined in. "Just wait will you."

Ron scowled at his elder brother swearing at him under his breath.

"What was that Ronald dear?" George said sounding uncannily like Mrs Weasley.

Ron's features tensed; clearly growing annoyed he shouted "I SAID FU…"

"AND THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH THANK YOU VERY MUCH." Came the stern voice of Madame Ponfery. "This is a hospital wing may I remind you. Now I'm afraid you will all have to leave, making a scene like that indeed, no, if you wish to argue do it elsewhere. Good day." She scolded as she practically threw them out of the hospital wing. The last thing I saw was Harry smiling apologetically as I waved bye to them before the door slammed firmly in their face's.