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A/N: See, told you it would be a short wait! Enjoy and don't forget to review!

About one hour earlier:

Hermione was sitting with Harry and Ron in the Great Hall eating lunch.

All of a sudden the large double doors opened with a bang that caused all conversations to halt and every head to whip around to see who made the loud noise.

Luna Lovegood came tearing up the path between the tables towards the Gryffindors, making a beeline for Hermione. The light and airy look that usually graced her was completely gone and instead replaced with nerves and a small amount of terror.

"Hermione! Come quick!" she whispered so no one, not even Ron, who was leaning in to listen, could hear. "It's Ginny, we need you!"

That was all Hermione needed to hear, she jumped to her feet grabbed her bag and dashed from the hall with Luna, without a word to Harry or Ron.

"Well, that was RUDE!" Ron yelled at Hermione's back. "She's mental!" Then returned to his Lunch without seeing a slight glint of panic in Harry's eyes. Hermione was going to be late for class! She would NEVER be late, unless someone was in trouble! He decided to try and get an answer from her later. And if she wouldn't talk, well, he would just have to use his other means to find out.

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As Hermione and Luna drew closer to the Room of Requirement Hermione could hear some sort of fight. Walking in she saw every girl, with the exception of Ginny, whom Hermione didn't see, trying to calm a slightly frightened, but very pissed off Dobby. Then she noticed in the corner of the room a small space closed off with curtains"

"DOBBY!" Hermione hated to yell at him, but she needed answers in order to help, but no one could tell her a thing while trying to get Dobby under control.

Dobby's head snapped up at her voice, and stopped putting up a fight. "Miss Hermione! Evil master is here! Behind the curtain! I must get the headmaster!" he squeaked.

Was he telling her that VOLDERMORT was behind that curtain?

"What evil master, Dobby? You're a free elf, you don't have a master!" Hermione replied.

"Lucius Malfoy" Pansy whispered from the corner of her mouth, then louder continued, "its Ginny, the hair was his, not Dumbledore's. I don't know how his hair got onto Millicent's robes. Dobby saw her then just started freaking out trying to report it, but if he does, we're in some serious trouble!"

Relief flooded Hermione, "Thank MERLIN!" she said before sitting heavily onto the floor. She was so relived; she started to laugh until tears were streaming down her face. One glance at the looks of confusion on the others faces caused her to laugh harder, causing her face to turn beet red, and was also not able to make any sound from her mouth, so her laughs were silent ones.

It took her well over ten minutes to calm down enough to speak.

"I was so worried! I thought she was killed! Or even…" the next word she whispered, "expelled! I'm just so happy that she was okay, that I can't help it."

Turning back to Dobby she said, "Don't worry, Dobby, its ok. I'm sorry I yelled at you, I just needed some quiet. It's only Ginny Weasley, you know, Harry's Miss Wheezy? Her potion went wrong. Look, in about twenty minutes she'll be herself again. We'll stay here until then, and if its still Malfoy, we'll all go see the headmaster. Is that ok?"

Dobby looked frightfully back towards the curtains and nodded.

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Twenty Five minutes later:

The girls all glanced down at Dobby as Hermione slowly eased the curtain back with her wand from a safe distance. She didn't want to risk her life by getting too close to the curtains and have Dobby think he had to save her. She still remembered how he tried to "save" Harry's life years before.

Dobby had hid his face in his hands and was shaking and saying, "It's just Miss Wheezy, just Miss Wheezy," under his breath. When the curtain was fully opened, Hermione told him to look up.

Dobby peeked through his fingers, then, with a happy squeal, launched himself at Ginny's knees knocking her over onto her butt.

After struggling for five minutes she said, "Dobby, it's ok. You can let me up. I promise I'm not going anywhere."

With one last squeeze, he let go and helped her to her feet.

"Well," said Ginny, "that was a waste of good potion." She peeked at her watch, then took a sideways glance at Hermione in the corner of her eye. "Um, Hermione, you're about thirty minutes late for class." She spoke only to her, for she knew the rest of the girls didn't care.

Before the whole sentence was out of Ginny's mouth, you could see the hem of Hermione's robe disappear through the open door.

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The next morning Hermione was very rudely ripped from a lovely dream by a small, redheaded and… ugh, cheerful thing that was attempting to pull her from her bed by her ankles.

"Ginny, I received a detention last night because of a mix up with your potion. I know it wasn't all your fault, but if you do not cease and desist I WILL jinx you into next week. NOW!" Hermione roared.

"Hermione, please, get up! You have to read the new sign on the board in the common room!" With that she dashed from the room and down the stairs.

A new sign? THAT'S why she was, literally, being dragged out of bed? Oh, she'll get up, but was going to take her damn sweet time going to the common room. After about twenty minutes she decided to head down. She was, although she would never say this aloud, quite curious to see what put Ginny on cloud 9.

Descending the stairs, yet still on the seventh floor she could feel waves of excitement crashing all around her. However, she could also detect some anger and resentment.

Stepping into the room, she saw that she was correct. It looked as though the conflict of emotions were divided by age. All the sixth and seventh years seemed down right giddy, while about 80 of the younger years were trying to get lasers to shoot from their eyes at the older students.

While she was slowly walking towards the notice board, Ginny must have seen her and decided she wasn't walking fast enough, for she came running over, and for the second time in thirty minutes Hermione found herself being dragged around.

Skimming the board, she located the new poster. With every line she read her jaw dropped lower and lower. After reading it through the first time, she rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things, and read it once more. She wasn't seeing things, the message hadn't changed.

All 6th and 7th years

As a treat, all 6th and 7th year classes are canceled and will instead be going on a trip to get a tour of the new shop: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

This trip is for fun, but also educational.

It will give all a chance to see a different way of putting your education to use.

Any student who wishes to go (and have had their Hogsmeade permission slips signed) will meet with Professor Snape in the entrance hall following breakfast.

Anyone who wishes to stay behind will have study hall in the great hall!

Enjoy!

Headmaster

Albus Dumbledore

This time, it was Hermione who grabbed Ginny and took off for her room. As soon as the door was closed, she put a silencing spell and locking charm in place.

Turning to Ginny, Hermione asked, "What happened? We screwed up yesterday! Were all the girls with you when you took the potion? Cause I didn't do anything."

Ginny's response was a nod and she slowly and carefully said, "I thought you did it. That's why I was so happy. The girls were with me, well, Luna left to get you, but she wasn't gone a whole hour, and didn't come back looking like Dumbledore. But, if none of us did it, who did? And how did they find out what we were going to do?"

All Hermione could do in response was to shrug her shoulders.