Authors note:

This (like always) took longer to write than anticipated. whoops.

this chapter is a bunch of time jumps, don't really know how to explain it but you'll see.

anyway like always, feedback and reviews! I LOVE THEM!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter that right belongs to J.K Rowling~sob~

Hermione, knowing Malfoy wouldn't be there, made her way to the hospital wing. Despite his stupidity, Ron still was her friend, she needed to check on him.

When she got there, madame Pomfrey escorted her over to where Ron and Harry were. Harry looked up when she entered, she must've had a scowl on her face, for he instantly stood up crowding her space.

"What happened? Did he hurt you? Argh, that evil ferret, I'm gonna kill him! Where is he? Why ar-" Hermione held up a hand, signalling him to stop, "Harry calm down, I'm fine. Seriously" she insisted.

Harry nodded, but still didn't look convinced, "Are you sure? I can g-" exasperated Hermione cut in, "Harry James Potter. I. Am. Fine." her friend took a step back, hands up in surrender.

He opened his mouth about to say more but Hermione interjected, "nothing happened honestly if there was an actual problem I would tell you" harry studied her then grinned, "so there was a problem" Hermione frowned about to object, but the brunette continued, "it just wasn't an actual problem" he grinned triumphantly as if he had just cracked the code. Shaking her head Hermione pushed past him to sit in the chair next to Ron's bed.

He looked peaceful and was out cold with (thankfully) no more swaying and creepy smiles. She patted his hand gently before straightening up and turning back to Harry.

"what did madame Pomfrey say?" her friend shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably, "wasn't really listening" he mumbled.

Hermione sighed, it was kinda unfortunate that this was the boy the wizarding world was counting on to defeat Voldemort, he couldn't even listen to a nurse's diagnosis.

Over the next few days, Hermione made a point of avoiding Malfoy, for real this time. She didn't glance at him in the hallways, she definitely didn't acknowledge him during potions. Thankfully Slughorn came to the conclusion that pairing the Gryffindors and Slytherins up was not at all productive, and had changed the seating plan back to the way it was, with a few adjustments of course, as she was now placed with Dean.

Dean was an okay partner, but definitely not the most distinguished potions student. He always forgot which ingredient was which (how that was possible when all materials were labelled was beyond her.) But having Dean as a partner was much preferred to Seamus, who was almost subject to being her partner. The boy somehow manages to blow everything up, definitely not the best for her potions mark.

Hermione was sitting alone in the common room studying. She was ahead in all her classes, so was rereading her personal favourite: 'Hogwarts A History.' It was getting late so she started to pack up, placing her quills in their case, as she did this she noticed another book sticking out of her bag. It was Malfoy's potion journal, she'd completely forgotten about it. Even though she hated him, Hermione couldn't help feeling just a tad bit guilty about holding onto it. It was his property after all, and she had practically stolen it, intentional or not.

As Hermione thought of ways to discreetly return the Slytherins book she thumbed through the pages unable to quelch her curiosity. "What?" she wondered aloud, the book was utterly blank, not one word written in the margins. Not one!

Her mind was going through all the possible ways the writing could have vanished, how on earth had he done it? "Finite incantum" she murmured hoping to undo whatever enchantment was hiding the tidy scrawl, she waited a beat, nothing. "Specialis revelio" still nothing.

Hermione scrutinized the book, how had she been able to read it before?

"Of course" she sighed closing the book, there must be a proximity charm on the ink, making it so that that stuff written would only be visible within a few meters of Malfoy, smart prat. That was how she had been able to read it earlier. She wondered what the big deal was with his journal, the only things in it were pretty harmless, definitely not worthy of a proximity charm. But nonetheless, this was Malfoy so of course, he would like to keep his thoughts private.

"Ron! Hermione!" Harry called running breathlessly into the common room, he looked distraught and Hermione felt a pang of fear. " what happened?" she asked, guiding Harry over to the couch.

Harry glanced around the room warily, making sure no one could overhear before answering, "Malfoy, I was right, he's up to something"

Hermione's ears perked up at the name.

"What did he do this time? " Ron groaned. "well I don't know yet," Harry said sheepishly," but I know for a fact that he was the one who cursed Katie" Hermione's eyes widened, "are you sure Harry? that's quite a big accusation to make" her friend just nodded.

"positive, but-" he hesitated, before blurting out his next words in a rush, "I may have cursed him with an unknown curse that I found in a book."

Ron slapped his friend on the back then let out a whoop, "now that's what I'm talking about! That little bugger got what he deserved"

Harry grimaced, looking a little guilty, "Harry" Hermione started calmly "what did the curse do to him?" Ron had fallen silent, seemingly having noticed that his reaction had not exactly been appropriate for the situation.

Harry rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, before mumbling, almost inaudibly "it may or may not have caused him to bleed, a lot. " Hermione slapped a hand over her mouth in horror, poor Malfoy (not that she cared or anything.)

"Harry" she stated shakily, "you need to get rid of that book" her friend's face fell but he nodded.

The moment Harry left with Ron to get rid of the book, Hermione raced up the stairs to her dorm almost tripping over her own feet to get to the map and cloak. Her dormmates weren't there so Hermione threw the cloak over her shoulders the moment she had the silvery fabric in her grasp.

She hurried back down the steps and out the portrait hole. As she ran, Hermione spared a glance down at the map, her suspicions confirmed, she headed for the hospital wing.

Authors note:

wow, I honestly have no idea where this story is headed AND IM THE AUTHOR, heh heh, probably shouldn't write as I go.

for some weird reason, I'm feeling just the slightest bit unmotivated,

umm anyway, like always reviews, comments, and feedback are ALWAYS appreciated.

Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed it!

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