A/N: Get used to cliff hangers everyone, because, I believe that every chapter I post from now on will contain them. I gave you some things to work with in this chapter, it's not a lot, but it gives you more of a explanation. You'll get a full one later one...not sure how far that will be however. Please review! I see people adding the story to their favorites, and adding me to the author alert list, but no reviews from them!

Harry had a restless night and didn't fall asleep until almost daybreak causing him to sleep late into the Sunday morning. Ron awake mid morning, took a quick peak in at his friend and decided to let him sleep it off. He figured that he also needed a lot of time to think. Hopefully he'd have things solved soon.

Hermione was up early however. She was just leaving the Great Hall when Ron entered. She looked tired herself,"Can't talk, going to see Lupin." She said with a yawn.

Ron stood, watching her leave before taking a seat beside Seamus and Dean.

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Hermione slowly made her way to Lupin's study. She trudged on, yawning with every few steps. She was now wishing she had slept in a little later than she had. Lupin would surely be around all day, preparing for this weeks lessons, and she might be catching him at a bad time now. She was halfway there, and decided to continue however. Lupin was always in the mood to have students stop by, especially those eager to learn.

She knocked on the door a few times. A quiet voice said "Come in" and she did so, slowly opening and shutting the squeaking door.

"Ah, Hermione! Lovely to see you!" he said face lighting up at the prospect of one of his best students in for a visit. He stood now,"What can I do for you this lovely day?"

She approached his desk, placing her hands onto the hard wood, "I was wondering if I could have a look at your books..you know, your private stash." she said lightly.

The smile faded and then returned,"Of course, you're always welcome to look." He said sitting. He pointed his hand in the direction of his library, another door opened. "Is this about anything special?" he asked raising a delicate eyebrow.

She shook her head quickly,"Oh no! Just some research. I was reading some books, as a bit of bedtime reading of course, when I came across a few things that interested me. I checked in the library, nothing on the subject there." Lupin was listening intently, she figured she had told him this much, she might as well go ahead and tell him the rest, as long as she gave nothing away, he should be none the wiser.

"Go on." he said urging her.

"Well, I was reading up on potions and oils. One of the oils that caught my attention the most was Essence of Aphrodite. I know it's a very potent oil, but what information the book gave me, seemed to be rather small. It pegged my interest and I'd like to learn more about it."

Lupin was quiet for a moment, for a second, Hermione thought Lupin was going to tell her no, instead, he looked down at his parchment,"Is this about a potions assignment? I heard Snape gave a pair of students a potion making project containing the oil."

"I must say, that first got me interested in the oil, but as I said before the reading is what caught my interest the most."

Lupin cupped his hands under his chin and nodded,"You are welcome to look. You can ask me any questions as well."

She nodded,"I'd like to look for myself first. You know how I am, if I can't find it, I will ask though."

He smiled at her,"Of course. Happy hunting. Don't mind me, I'll be here most of the day."

"No problem."

When Lupin turned back to his papers without looking up, Hermione walked past his desk and into the major library, the one she never knew Lupin possessed. Surely, she though, this library would contain the answers that she was looking for.

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Harry awoke with a start. He sat up slowly, he found himself in the middle of a horrible cold sweat. The previous nights happenings slowly drifted back to him followed by the dreams he had. They all had the same theme, one that Harry refused to deciphor at this point. He'd get dressed, go to breakfast, and try to put this behind him.

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Hermione stepped completely inside the massive library and took a good look around before going any further. Shelves upon shelves, upon shelves lined the walls. A high ceiling accented the place with several large candle holders spread throughout the room. In the far corner, sat a desk and a chair. A couch, and a big plush chair sat directly across from that. A perfect place for her to get lost the entire day.

Upon further inspection,she noticed Lupin had his very own card catalog. This was the perfect place to start.

First, she pulled up a few cards containing information on potions and oils only. She made a trip out to Lupins desk to ask for a piece of parchment, a quill and a bottle of ink. She returned, wrote the book numbers down and then pulled up books on love oils and potions. She repeated the process and then pulled up books only on the Essence of Aphrodite oil. She was very happy to find two books on the subject.

She went on a search, finding all the books on the subjects and put them in front of the plush chair. Once she had all of them, she sat down, began to read, ready to take notes.

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When Harry got to the Great Hall, he found Ron still there, eating with Seamus. Dean had left to chase one of his romantic prospects. Harry didn't think twice about sitting down with him. Ron looked up and smiled at him,"Mornin'." He said drinking some pumpkin juice.

Harry nodded,"Morning."

Both were silent for a moment,"Are you feeling better?" Ron asked looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

"A little. My head hurts though."

"That's what happens." Ron muttered.

"I know, my fault." Harry said filling up a plate with foods he was sure woudn't make him sick.

Once again, both were silent,"Why didn't you tell me what was going on? I'm your best friend Harry." Ron sounded resentful and hurt.

"Because, I was helping Draco Malfoy. You were mad at Hermione anyway, avoiding the both of us. I thought you would've gone and hexed him to death."

"I probably would have." Ron said laughing.

"That's why I didn't tell you. It's not like I didn't want to. " Harry continued, feeling as if he might as well tell it all,"You don't take kindly to Malfoy, and telling you, would only make you really mad at me, even more so than you are now."

"I'm not really mad,"Ron said,"I'm hurt that you felt you couldn't tell me. Your best friend Harry. Unless you don't consider me your best friend anymore."

Ron's words stung for a moment, Harry wasn't sure where to go with this. He felt that anything he said would just make matters worse. "Why do you even think that?!" Harry asked raising his voice more than he liked too.

"Because, you couldn't tell me about what was going on! There are things you still aren't telling me Harry, I know you. Why?"

Harry sighed and dropped his toast onto his plate,"Because I don't know where I stand." he said.

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Hermione read the paragraph about love oils over and over again.

"Submission is the last part of the process in the action of love oils and potions. Signs of submission are easy. Unwillingness to try treatments that may release the effects of the oil or potion; doubts about any treatment process; a willingness to do anything for the person they love; and extreme depression."

"Well that makes sense." Hermione said outloud. Draco was currently experiencing all of those.

She moved to the next book, which higlight more symptoms of submission, and the effects oils and potions may have on the victim. Once that book proved to be useless, Hermione moved onto the two books that were devoted to Essence of Aphrodite oil.

The first few paragraphs were about things Hermione had already read in other sources, and what Draco had already informed her with. Other pages were case studies of the oil on victims, the victims, however, were never cured and either died a horrible death, at the hands of the caster, killed themselves, or were locked away.

She turned the page and found some very useful information.

"Essence of Aphrodite oil is hardly used in pure love potions. It is considered, by most scholars and potion masters, as a oil used only in revenge cases. Considering what the cure is, using it only in pure love spells would defeat the entire purpose. There is, after all, only one cure."

She flipped through the entire book before actually stumbling upon the cure,"No. This is not good." she said.

She put all the other books away and carried that book out to Lupins desk. She dropped it onto the surface and pushed it too him. He looked up at her through narrowed eyes, she pointed to the last paragraph on the page.

"Is this the only cure for the oil?" She asked quickly.

Lupin read the paragraph and looked up at her,"Yes of course, the only known cure for centuries."

"And no one has been able to discover another?" She asked hopeful.

"No, it's only used in revenge cases, as I'm sure you've found. Any other cure would be rather silly. It wouldn't make it so useful if you could cure it easily, would it?" he asked with a half smile.

"No, I guess it wouldn't." Hermione started to walk back into the library, but turned,"Professor Lupin, would you mind, if I borrowed this book? I'd return it this week."

"No, of course you may. I trust you to return it in the shape it's in."

She nodded,"Thank you."

She left Lupins study, saying a word of goodbye to him. She continued on, through the halls of students, and back up to the portrait whole where she found Neville, who had forgotten the password again. She said it for the both of them, and ignored the pleas of fellow friends to sit in her room to study the book again.

No matter how many times she looked at it, it never changed, no matter how much she wished it would. She knew, that someone was going to walk away from this hurt.