During dinner in the Great Hall, I watched Hermione.
I didn't like her, not like that. Not in any way at all.
I was watching her because Ithought she had Singultitus.
That was a disease.
Witches and wizards rarely got muggle diseases, one of my cousins who worked at St. Mungo's had told me that.
When they did, it wasn't something to take lightly.
Muggles could get rid of hiccups by holding their breath or drinking water, but it didn't matter, because they always went away.
There were two ways for Hermione's hiccups to be gone.
One would be impossible.
And the other would be complete insanity.
And I did not want to think of that, not at all.
Because that would never happen.
Ever.
...
I didn't waste time. I stuffed an apple from dinner in her bag and left the Great Hall before some students even walked in.
Heading straight to the- as usual- uninhabited medical section of the library, I wondered by a certain blond male had been staring at her during my brief appearance at dinner.
A certain blonde boy that just happened to be named Draco Malfoy.
His probing, icy eyes were starting to scare me.
Searching through different titles, I found a few that looked promising. However, after an hour of looking through books for anything at all on hiccups, I felt like giving up.
A green book on the bottom shelf caught my attention. It was faintly glowing, and I wondered why I hadn't seen it before.
I placed it on the table next to her, touching it as little as I could.
After casting a few spells to check if it was safe, I cautiously opened it to the title page.
...
I wasn't helping her, I told himself. I was just...assisting her.
If I wasn't hiding and trying to be quiet, I would have laughed at myself.
It was I who had cast the glowing charm.
At least I knew that she was being careful. I didn't want her to be injured by a hexed book.
Not that I cared about her health. This was purely to save the Slytherins.
Of course, there was another way.