POTTER IN HOSPITAL
Article by: Rita Skeeter
Harry Potter, 14, was seen in the infirmary yesterday. He was seen unconscious yesterday, lying next to Hermione Granger, 14, and an unknown other. Sources say that he was hit with a curse that took out all of the oxygen out of the victim's body. "It's a bloody miracle that boy lived," say's a student, "he could've died within minutes."
What's happening to our savior? Will he live to tell the tale? How about our lovely Potter babies?
-Full article on page 3—
"Damn, Skeeter," Hermione said. She was eating her breakfast peacefully, until she saw The Daily Prophet. On the front page, was a picture of Harry from an earlier article and under it was the article that Rita Skeeter wrote.
That damn witch, Hermione thought. She got up and stormed out of the Great Hall, walking towards the Hospital Wing.
There she saw Madam Pomfrey looking over Harry with a big smile on her face. Hermione walked over to Harry's bed and saw that he looked a lot better than he had when he was hit with the curse.
"Miss Granger," started Madam Pomfrey, "Mister Potter should be up soon. It seems as though he is healthy enough today, plus the potion is taking full effect on him. Good sign, that is. I think he shall wake up today, this morning even, perhaps." She checked over Harry once more and went to tend a first year that had a nosebleed.
Hermione sat on a chair next to Harry's bed and took his hand. "Hear that, Harry? You'll wake up today. James and Lily have been missing you quiet a lot. They want their daddy. I know it was just a few days, but still. Wake up, Harry," Hermione said.
She felt Harry's hand twitch after she had said that. Is he waking up? Hermione asked herself. His hand twitched again.
Harry opened his mouth slightly, and spoke. "H-Hermione," he said, eyes still firmly shut. Hermione smiled and replied in a soft voice.
"Y-yes, Harry, it's me, Hermione." He smiled slightly and opened his eyes—barely.
"How-how long have I been out for?" He asked, opening his eyes a bit more.
"Just about three days," she replied. He just vaguely nodded. He tried opening his eyes further until he could see her bushy-brown hair and all.
"How are James and Lily?" Harry asked, stroking her hand with his thumb.
"They're fine, I guess. They're still too young to understand anything, though. So you know how it is." She smiled at him. He smiled back. "I need to go get Madam Pomfrey, you know, to tell her that you're up." She kissed him, lingering a bit, and walked towards the office.
She's too good for me, thought Harry smiling.
A few minutes later, Hermione came walking with Madam Pomfrey by her side.
"Ahh, I see you're up, Mister Potter. It's about time, if I do say so myself," she said. She took out her wand and started muttering incantations that Harry couldn't understand. Then she gave Harry a blue potion. "Drink." She commanded.
He nodded slightly and took the vial and brought it up to his lips. He was expecting something bitter like the skele-gro, but instead, he got a sweet liquid, almost as if it were honey. He smiled into the potion.
"Okay, you'll be allowed to leave today. Though, I do advise extreme caution," she said sternly. "Just let me get Mister Potter's school uniform from my office and he'll be on his way." She went back to her office. A few minutes later, she arrived with a bundle full of clothes. "Here. Go to the restroom and change," she commanded. He nodded getting up. He staggered a bit, his muscles getting used to movement again, and went to the restroom.
"Miss Granger, aren't you classes starting in a bit?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
Hermione looked at her watch and gasped. "They've started 20minutes ago!" She considered going to class, but then decided against it. She wanted to wait for Harry. "I think I'll just wait for Harry." She turned in the direction towards the restroom, patiently waiting for her boyfriend to emerge.
"Sorry, I needed to take a shower," Harry said 15minutes later. "Can I go to class right now?" He asked Madam Pomfrey. She nodded and led them out of the Hospital Wing.
"C'mon, Potions first," Hermione said, taking his hand. He nodded and they went towards the potions classroom.
They opened the door and saw Neville's potion explode in his face. Harry glanced around, a lot of the students had gasped, while others were paying no attention whatsoever.
"Mister Potter, Miss Granger. I do not tolerate tardiness. twenty points off of Gryffindor," Snape said. "Take your seats before I take off more points."
They mumbled something and went to their seats. Draco was sitting in the table right next to theirs, while Ron sat at the far end of the classroom.
Harry knew that word was going to spread like wildfire, and it did. Lavender and Parvati put their heads together and started to giggle and whisper furiously. Draco was looking at Harry intently, as if deciphering his emotions. Hermione was taking notes in class. Ron wasn't even looking his way, though he knew that he was clearly talking to Seamus about Harry.
"Potter, get you head out of the clouds," Snape bellowed. Harry snapped out of it and looked at Snape. "So, Potter… why are you back? Aren't you supposed to be dead?" He asked with venom.
Harry replied, with much false pride, "Why would I? I'm the boy-who-lived. I don't die that easily." He never did like to use his nickname, but he really wanted to piss off Snape, even if he had just woken up from a three day long 'nap.'
A few looked at him in shock, others gasped. Hermione, too, slightly gasped at his reply.
"Smart, are we now, Potter? Let's just see how smart of that is when you spend det—"
Suddenly, Colin Creevy ran in, camera still around neck, and interrupted the Professor. "Professor, sir, we need to see Harry Potter. It's for the champions."
Harry groaned. He'd completely forgotten about the Triwizard Tournament.
"What?" Snape asked.
"Yes, we need the champions for their articles, wand weighing, and other stuff," Colin said babbling.
Great, just what I need, more publicity, Harry thought.
"Very well, then. Potter, go." He turned around, walking towards the chalkboard, robe billowing behind him.
Harry gathered his books and followed Colin out of the classroom.
"So, Harry, how are you? Are you okay? I heard that Hermione was trying to kill you—"
"What?" Harry nearly shouted.
"Yeah… that's what everyone thinks. Hermione hit you with some ancient curse and you were like… almost dead," he said.
Well, they got one part of it right. Well, kind of, Harry thought.
"No. Hermione didn't hit me with any curse. She'd never, ever, do that. I did get hit with a curse, which I did almost die from. But that's just about it," he said.
"Okay, here we are. Bye, Harry!" Colin said as he ran away. Harry was in front of a door that seemed to have a lot of people talking on the other side. Shrugging, he went inside.
Inside, were Fleur Delacour, Victor Krum, Ludo Bagman, Ollivander, Dumbledore (Damn it, thought Harry), Cedric Diggory, and Rita Skeeter.
"Ahh, yes, I see young Harry here has woken up," Dumbledore said cheerfully.
"Mister Potter! What a pleasure to meet you! I wish to see your children one day, too. If you need any help—any —don't hesitate to ask, okay? When will I get to meet the lovely lady? Wh—" Before he could talk anymore, Dumbledore had silenced him with a cough. "Sorry," he muttered.
"Okay. Now we're here to make sure that your wands are in perfect condition. Mr. Ollivander here will make sure of it. About the first task, I'll tell you after we're finished." He said. "Now, Miss Delacour, please step up to Mister Ollivander."
She walked up to the old man and gave him her wand.
"Ahh… yes… nine and a half inches… inflexible… rosewood… and hmm… what is this? Hair from a veela, am I correct?" Mister Ollivander asked.
"Yes, eet iz from my granzzmother," Fleur said smiling.
"Ahh… yes. I don't use hair from veela's. They make for quiet temperamental wands, you see. This suite's you fine, I presume?" With her nod he continued. He shot up flowers from her wand and handed it back to her. "The condition is very fine. Mister Krum, step up if you will, please."
Krum walked, duck feet and broad shoulders, to Mister Ollivander. He handed his wand to Mister Ollivander and watched him inspect his wand.
"Ahh… hornbeam and dragon heartstring… a bit thicker than the normal wand… quiet rigid… ten and a quarter inches…" he said. "Fine condition, Mister Krum. Here is your wand."
Krum, scowling, went back with the other champions. "Mister Diggory?" Ollivander called. Cedric walked up, smiling broadly, and handed him his wand.
"Ahh yes, one of my own… single hair from a male unicorn… twelve and a quarter inches… pleasantly springy…" he said. "Ah, Mister Diggory, did you polish this recently?"
"Why yes, last night, actually," Cedric said, smile still in tact. Mister Ollivander smiled, just as big as Cedric's, and gave his wand back.
"Mister Potter, come up, please." Harry walked over, slightly nervous. He hadn't polished his wand or anything. He'd been hovering between life and death for the last few days. It wasn't like he had much time to do anything else. "Mister Potter, I'd first like to say that I'm very sorry. I heard about what happened to you this morning."
Harry was confused for a moment. What did Ollivander mean by 'he heard about what happened?'
"What do you mean you heard what had happened?" Harry asked.
"Ahh… I assume you weren't conscience then. You were front cover on The Daily Prophet this morning. This woman right here—" he pointed to Rita. "—wrote an article about you."
Harry looked back at the woman that had taken pictures of them when Hermione was pregnant, in the hospital, and when they were in Hogsmead with the twins. Skeeter glanced at him, then slowly winked.
"Hello, Mister Potter. Perhaps you remember me?" She asked with false sweetness.
He just glared even more in response.
"Okay… anyways…" Ollivander said, gaining Harry's attention once more. "Let us inspect this fine beauty. Yes, I remember selling this one like it was yesterday. Holly… eleven inches… single feather from a phoenix tail… yes, very powerful wand indeed." He gave the wand a bit of a whip, and it shot some water out. "Ahh… wonderful condition it is, Mister Potter. Here you go," he said, handing Harry back his wand as if it were made of glass.
"Thanks," Harry said walking back.
"Okay, now, let us take a few pictures. After all, you four are going to have a small article in The Daily Prophet," Bagman said. "Hmm… how about… yes! You, boy, come over here, yes, next to the girl. No. A bit behind her, yes, now that works." He said, talking to Krum.
He next looked over to Cedric. "My, my, a handsome one we have here. Okay, you go behind the girl, yes, there. Good." He then turned over to Harry. Bagman's smiling face now turned into a full fledged grin.
"Ahh… Harry Potter. Okay, move over here. No, not over there. Go next to the girl. No. Go behind the girl. Yes. That works."
Harry felt a little uncomfortable. Currently, Fleur was sitting in a chair, looking beautiful as ever. While Cedric was on her left, slightly to the back, Krum, the same on the right. Harry was behind Fleur.
"Good. Now, we'll take a few group photos, and then we'll move onto individual photos." He said. "Now, smile."
Cedric, whose smile never left his face, smiled even wider. Victor, who was scowling just moments before, was now slightly smiling. Fleur smiled, showing two rows of pearly white teeth.
Barney, the photographer that had taken those photos of he and Hermione, took his camera and started snapping photos.
Harry tried to smile a little, looking at least a bit happy.
'I might as well,' Harry thought, smiling.
After what seemed like ages, the camera stopped flashing. "Okay, now we'll take individual photos. Who wants to go first? Any volunteers?" he asked. At no ones response, Bagman just picked one.
"Everyone except Potter, leave," Bagman said. Krum scowled again and left. Cedric, still smiling, left, too. Fleur got up and joined Krum and Cedric.
Harry stood there, not knowing what to do. Was he supposed to pose? Just stand there, then? Grin, perhaps? Was he supposed to do something? He was so clueless.
"Okay, Harry, now just stand here and show us your best Harry Potter smile," Bagman said.
Harry stood there, confused. He didn't have a 'Harry Potter smile.' Then again, it wasn't as if he actually knew he had one. So instead, he just smiled, not going out full force grinning, but smiling enough.
"Perfect!"
Harry felt stupid. He didn't want to take photos for being a Triwizard Champion. Actually, he didn't really want to take the photos at all. But it wasn't as if he really had a choice. So, he just pretended to be happy.
After a few minutes of picture taking, Harry was excused.
"Oh… may I have an interview?" Skeeter asked.
"N—"
"Why yes, certainly!" Bagman said, interrupting Harry.
"Bu—"
"Harry, this is Rita Skeeter. You've met her before, have you not? Yes, now go have the interview while we take the other's photos."
"Why yes, Ludo. Let's go, Harry," Skeeter said, dragging Harry into a broom closet.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? We're in a broom closet," Harry said frustrated.
"I'm very aware of that. Now, get comfortable, I've a few questions to ask." She took out her quill and started to test it. "Rita Skeeter." She said to the quill. It stared scribbling furiously. After looking at it for a moment, she started to talk to Harry again.
"Okay, Harry. Tell us a little bit about your self," she said, quill ready to write away.
"Err…" Harry said. The quill started scribbling furiously, making scratching sounds.
"Oh don't be shy, Harry. Tell us about your school life, your home life, and your qudditch life. How about your sex life?" She asked.
At that point, Harry started coughing violently. Having his sex life brought up was quiet uncomfortable for him. He hadn't done it, or gone even remotely close, to having sex ever since the twins had been conceived.
"W-well," he stuttered. The quill started scribbling furiously again.
"What about the competition? What do you think your parents would think of you, if they were alive, that is. Do you think they'd be happy? Sad? Angry that their only child, father of their grandchildren, is entering such a dangerous tournament?"
"Uhh…"
"About the tournament," she said completely ignoring him, though, the quill was still writing furiously, "how exactly did you get your name into it?"
"I didn't," he said confidently.
"Right…" she said skeptically. "Did you fight off Dumbledore? Did you threaten them? Did you physically injure one of them? I saw Dumbledore was limping a bit, was it you that did the damage?"
"Wh—"
As the interview went on, Harry became more and more uncomfortable. The quill, writing so much that it was now on its tenth piece of parchment. And Skeeter, that woman just wouldn't stop asking questions.
After a few more agonizing minutes, she finally said that she was finished.
"Ahh… you two were in there for quiet a long time. No worries, though. He is The-Boy-Who-Lived, after all." Ludo said beaming.
Harry rolled his eyes and walked over to the champions.
"Ello 'Arry," Fleur said. Harry smiled and nodded. "Ow are you? Eet must be 'ard to do two zings at onze. Beeing a father and e champioen," she said.
"Yeah… I guess." He walked over to Cedric, still smiling, and greeted him. "Hello, Cedric."
"Hi, Harry. How did the interview go?" Cedric asked, still smiling. (AN: Damn, doesn't that boy ever stop smiling?)
"Bad," he said simply. "She kept on thinking that I put my name in the Goblet."
"Oh…" His smile faltered a little.
"You believe that I didn't put my name in it, right?" He asked. He wasn't sure exactly how many people believed him, but he knew it was likely that it was less than ten.
"Err… well… not really," he said.
"Oh," Harry said. He opened his mouth to say something else, but was cut off by Dumbledore.
"Okay champions, you may leave now. Dinner shall start soon, if I'm not mistaken. Oh, and Harry, may I have a word with you, in private?"
"Err… no, I don't think that'd be a good idea." Harry turned around, heading towards the doors which the other champions were walking through.
"Stay, Harry," Dumbledore said, a bit more sternly.
Harry sighed and turned around, facing the old wizard. Once everyone had left, then and only then, did Harry speak.
"What do you want?" Harry asked.
He smiled slightly and replied, "It's a good thing that you woke up today, Harry. I was worried that you might not have made it." He acted as if nothing had happened between them.
"It's not like you care," Harry said angrily.
"What I did was for your own good, Harry. You left me no choice. I'm sorry, but what's done is done."
"What are you talking about 'I left you no choice?!' You could've done plenty of other things!" Harry shouted. Dumbledore stood there, unaffected.
"You're not even allowed to do that. I can send you to Azkaban for attempted murder! I can show them a pensive memory! Hell, Hermione can, too!" Harry shouted.
"Harry, what I did was because you had acted childishly. If you would've just given up you children as I suggested, then I wouldn't have a reason to do that." He walked towards him; Harry reacted by moving back a step.
"I didn't act childishly. You wanted to give up my children. My own flesh and blood! Why the hell would I do such a horrendous thing like that?" He shouted. Dumbledore was really ticking him off.
"Yes you did. You and Miss Granger both did, though, she complied when I told her to calm down. You, on the other hand, did not. You stood there, not listening to a word I had said. You wouldn't even listen to the reason as to why I suggested it in the first place," Dumbledore said.
"Oh? Really? Then, do tell Dumbledore. Why was the reason you wanted me and Hermione to give up our only children?" he asked sarcastically.
"Because," he said calmly, "you cannot handle it. You have too much on weight on your shoulders. You've school, the public, your friends, your girlfriend, and now you've got your children? I thought I was just doing you a favor."
"Yeah right, doing me a favor is giving up my family. No. I don't think so. That would never happen. Ever," he said glaring at the other man.
"Well… I'm sorry, but you leave me no choice."
Harry had heard that before. He quickly took out his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore.
"No old man, you did that before, you're not going to do it again."
"Harry," he said, "I'm not taking out my wand. Though, pulling a wand at a teacher, let alone the headmaster, is forbidden, so I believe a fair warning is to be issued."
Harry put his wand back in his pocket, all the while glaring at the old man.
"All I wanted to say was that you don't stay at Mister Black's home during the summer. It was, and is, far too dangerous."
"What? It's not too dangerous," Harry said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Yes it is. Sirius is a murder."
"No he's not!"
Ignoring Harry's outburst, Dumbledore continued.
"It is not safe to stay there. That is why I've arranged for you to stay at the Dursley's until you are of age. Miss Granger will, too, stay with her parents until she is of age. And because you have children, you two can visit for a month. You will be able to visit Sirius, too, during that time."
"What?! One month? Dursley's? No!" He shouted. He couldn't take this anymore. With out looking back, he stormed out, leaving Dumbledore behind.
Dumbledore sighed… he was not going to like what he was going to do next.
0—0—0—0
Harry walked into the Great Hall, expecting everyone to be gone, when actually, everyone was still there, eating dinner.
The hall went quiet. The news about Harry Potter awaking had spread like wildfire. Right now, just about every Hogwarts student and teacher knew that he had woken up.
He ignored them and walked over to the Gryffindor table. Gathering his food and ignoring the questions being asked towards him, he walked out of the Great Hall with his dinner.
He walked up to the Gryffindor common room and went straight to the portrait to his and Hermione's rooms.
"Prem." The portrait nodded and swung open.
He might've been in the hospital for a few days, but to him, it felt like years. He loved these rooms more than the Common Room itself. He smiled, looking at Hermione's homework piled neatly on the desk. A bottle here, a diaper there, it was great, to him at least.
He walked towards his and Hermione's room and saw Hermione feeding both James and Lily.
She looked up, startled from the sudden sounds, and saw Harry walking towards the bed. She smiled shyly.
"This is new," he said, pointing to James and Lily.
"Yeah, well, I thought it'd save time," she said. He smiled and sat next to her. James and Lily looked at their father, all the while eating.
"Hi little ones, it's been too long since I've seen you." He ran his fingers through James' hair. He then did the same to Lily.
"Three days, Harry. You haven't missed out on a lot. Just late night dinners with the twins and non stop crying," Hermione said smiling.
Harry looked at her and said, "Yeah I know. But still. They're my children, and I want to spend every moment I have with them." He bent down and kissed the top of James and Lily's heads.
"Harry, can you take James and burp him?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded and took James from Hermione. He held his child up to his chest and started to softly thump his son's back.
"So, the first task in on November 24," Harry said walking around the room, still trying to burp his son.
"Oh really?" she asked. "Interesting, I wonder what it is."
"It's supposed to test your daring."
Hermione got up too, and was now doing the same thing as Harry.
"Oh… hmm… in that case, you're going to have to learn a few spells. The people you're facing are at least three years older than you. They know a lot more spells than you do." Lily burped and Hermione sat down, setting Lily on the bed.
"Yeah, I guess," Harry said. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but he knew that Hermione would help him. James burped and Harry smiled at the little 'urp' James made. He placed his son next to Lily and sat next to Hermione.
Hermione leaned her head on Harry's shoulder and sighed in content.
"Oh… and I had another talk with Dumbledore." Hermione picked her head back up and looked at him.
"What did he do?" Hermione asked, suddenly angry.
"He said that I couldn't handle the public, you, school, and our kids. What does he know? He's never had children.
"And he said that we've got to stay over our 'relatives' until we're seventeen."
Hermione's blood was now boiling. She was about to shout, but then remembered that two sleeping infants were in the room. Hermione breathed heavily and picked up James.
"Harry, carry Lily and put her in her crib, please? I need to talk to you and if James and Lily were here, I think they'd wake up."
Harry nodded. He knew what was coming next. He picked up Lily and headed towards the nursery.
He placed her in the nursery and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight sweetie," he said. He then walked over to his sleeping son and kissed his son. "Goodnight, son." He smiled at his children's sleeping forms before walking out of the door and back up to his room.
There, he found Hermione pacing and red in the face, as if ready to burst.
"That-that bastard!" Hermione shouted. "How can he do this? We have to take him to Azkaban. We have to tell someone, McGonagall. Yes, McGonagall, she'll know what to do. Then he nearly killed you! And then there was that mysterious spell that hit you. I don't know who it was for sure, but I bet it was Dumbledore.
"I'm going to kill him!" Hermione shouted. She was pissed—that she was sure of.
"Hermione," Harry said walking over to Hermione and placed his hands on her shoulders, "calm down. Take a deep breath." She did as he told. "Okay. Now, Hermione, please listen to me. We can't send to Azkaban because no one will believe us. No one," Harry said. Hermione started to tear up.
"It's not fair. It's just not fair. This shouldn't happen to us." She rested her head on his shoulder and started to cry.
She had grown a few inches, now about 5'5'', a good two inches taller than Harry.
"Shh, Hermione, I know it's not fair. Life's not fair. Just look at me, I've got to enter a tournament that I might even die in." He took her face in his hands and kissed her softly. "It's just how life it. We have to learn to deal with it."
She sniffed and nodded. She then walked over to the bed and lay on it. Harry then walked over to the dresser and picked out some flannel pajama pants and a white shirt and went into the bathroom to change. After a few minutes, he joined Hermione in the bed.
He brought Hermione close and decided to have a light conversation, away from Dumbledore.
"So… what spells are you going to be teaching me?" Harry asked, propping himself on one elbow to look at her. She turned her head and smiled.
"I think we could work on 'accio.' It's the summoning charm." She scooted closer to him, almost until their noses were touching.
"Okay," he said smiling.
"Oh, I completely forgot!" Hermione said getting out of the bed. She went over to the desk where a letter lay. She picked it up and gave it to Harry. "This came for you today during dinner. Dobby sent it to me."
Harry looked at the letter closely and saw familiar writing. He opened the letter and read aloud.
Harry (and probably Hermione, too),
How are you guys? How about James Harry and Lily Harmony (haha)? I saw the pictures you sent me. Beautiful, James is a little copy of Harry. While Lily is a teeny Hermione, she's beautiful. So… what's this I hear about you being in the Hospital Wing being hit by some ancient curse? If you did something to deserve that, I swear by Merlin that I'll bite off your arse.
On a lighter note: I'll be at Hogsmead on the 22nd, by the Shrieking shack. I know that the babies probably won't be able to go along, but still. Perhaps you and Hermione could both come? I miss you two (err… four) dearly. Ugh, I sound like such a sap now.
And the Triwizard Tournament, how'd you enter? You better not have done something. Unless... no, nevermind.
Bye pup,
Sirius
Hermione smiled and took the letter. "I'm sure Dobby could watch the twins while we see Sirius. It'll only be once, so I don't think that it'd be a problem. No one should know, though. It'd just be like every other Hogsmead visit."
Harry nodded and placed the letter back on the desk. "Hmm… November twenty-second. Isn't that this weekend?"
"Yeah," Hermione said.
"Okay," he said.
After a long silence, Harry spoke.
"Hey Hermione?" Harry asked.
Hermione looked at him, "yes?"
"How come I'm shorter than you? Aren't I supposed to be taller than you?"
She chuckled and gave him a kiss. "Harry, you're really clueless aren't you? Girl's are usually taller than boys because boys don't have their growth spurts until their about 15. Where as girl stop growing at about this age. So you don't have to worry, I don't think I'll be getting any taller."
"Oh," he said. He never knew that. He thought that he was going to stay 5'2'' forever.
Harry kissed her and made himself comfortable under the covers. "Goodnight, Mione," he said before drifting off to sleep.
"Goodnight," she said before she, too, went to a peaceful sleep.
0—0—0—0
"Professor Dumbledore," Draco Malfoy said.
He was currently in the Headmaster's office to show that Ginny had made a love potion that was for Harry.
"Yes, Mister Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked.
Draco brought out a sample of it and put it out in front of Dumbledore, whose eyes widened slightly.
"This," he said pointing to the vial, "is a love potion created by Ginny Weasley. I believe that she was intending on using it against Ha—Potter," he said recovering quickly.
Dumbledore looked at it. "Yes, I see that it is indeed a love potion. But what will this do for me?"
"Didn't I just tell you? Ginny Weasley wants to use it on Harry Potter. She's not allowed. I've read Hogwarts: A History and it said that love potions were forbidden. That anyone who used it could be expelled." He said, getting frustrated.
"Yes, Mister Malfoy, I'm aware that you told me. But how do I know that you didn't just make this potion and plan to expel Miss Weasley?" He asked.
He sighed, he was getting no where with this fool. "Why would I want to expel someone I could care less about?"
"Well, you don't like Mister Potter, who happens to like Miss Weasley. So why not take away Mister Potter's happiness? I know, Mister Malfoy, I am not the 'old fool' some people think I am."
Draco was laughing hysterically now. Harry, like the Weasel bee? That was just too funny for him. "You… you think that—Harry… the Weasel… you're off your rocker, old man." He suddenly became serious. "You are an old fool. Don't worry, though, she will suffer the consequences for her actions. I'll make sure of it." He then snatched the small vial and walked out of Dumbledore's office.
"Who can I tell?" Draco asked himself. The old man wouldn't listen to him. Bloody wanker, he thought.
0—0—0—0
"What the hell do you mean you're going to suffer the consequences?" Ron asked Ginny.
"I don't know exactly what it means, but I think something bad is going to happen." Ginny looked around, making sure no one was in the common room, then leaned in. "Though, I think Malfoy's got something to do with it."
"Bloody hell, you're in trouble."
"No, if I'm going down, you are too," Ginny said.
"No I'm not. I didn't have anything to do with this!"
"Shut up. Yes you did, you wanted to use it on that mud—Hermione," Ginny said.
Ron mumbled something like 'so what', but apparently Ginny didn't catch it.
"I just hope something bad won't happen." She said worriedly.
"Yeah, like mum findin' out," Ron said eyes widening.
"Oh shut up, Ronald."