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Hermione was stuck in the Hospital wing for weeks, and many rumours about her disappearance were circling around. But I couldn't stop thinking about what Malfoy had said. No! I like her! . Mi-yeong still wasn't talking to me, but at least Hermione was. I went up to see her every evening with Harry and Ron, to update her with homework and news. One evening Harry, Ron and I went to go and see her, bringing her books. "If I sprouted whiskers, I'd not be doing work." Ron said looking at Hermione who's face no longer was covered in fur and her usually brown eyes were returning to their natural brown instead of the bright amber colour they were. "Don't be stupid Ron! I have to keep up!" She says as Ron rolls his eyes. "I don't suppose you've got anymore leads?" Hermione was now whispering so that people passing by couldn't hear. "Nothing." Harry and I said with a sigh. "I was sure it was Malfoy." Ron said for the thousandth time. "What's that?" I say pointing to a gold item poking out from under Hermione's pillow. "Just a get well soon card." She said trying to poke it out of site, but Ron was to fast for her. "From Lockhart? Seriously Hermione? He's an idiot." Ron said. "You sleep with that under your pillow?" Ron continued looking disgusted. But Madam Pomfrey saved her from embarrassment and sent us back to our dorms.

I went to my dorm and in the hallway, I was suddenly pushed against the wall. When I opened my eyes, I saw Malfoy looking down at me, his piercing grey eyes staring into my soul. "You need to get better at eavesdropping Y/N. It was obvious you were listening to my conversation the other day. So, why were you, hm Y/N" My breath hitched as he said my name. "I was not." I say trying to keep my normal levels of confidence, trying not to appear weak and helpless under his touch, even though I was, and angrily his lips landed on mine, it wasn't like last time, it was rougher, hungrier. For a second the world disappeared and all I could think about was him. I came back when I felt his lips move from my lips to my neck. My breath hitched , and he noticed smirking into the crook of my neck. He then separated from me. "Going to tell me the truth now?" he said, staring me right in my eyes. "I was telling the truth." I say cocking my eyebrows and smirking at him, as I walk off back to my dorm.

I see Mi-yeong sitting on my bed, appearing to be waiting for me. "I'm sorry! I should have told you!" I say as she stares at me. "I was coming to say sorry! I missed you!" She says quickly sighing loudly and she and I hug. "Listen I have more to tell you." I say and she cocks her head. "Like?" "Well, you know how my brother and I haven't been talking?" I say she nods, "Well Malfoy and I have a plan to get back at him." I ramble on about the plan her eyes lighting up at the thought of the plan. "You are..." She says thinking for a second. "Amazing? All inspiring? A genius?" I say jokingly, "An Idiot." She corrects. I pretend to be offended. "How Rude!" I say in a sarcastic voice. "Shall we go mingle in the grounds?" She says holding out her arm for me to take. I pretend to curtsy, "Why yes my dear lady." I say and we leave to mingle on the grounds.

We were walking on the third floor when we saw flooding out of Myrtle's bathroom. Myrtle's wails coming loudly out of the bathroom. We go inside to see Harry and Ron already there talking to Myrtle. "Come to throw another book at me?" Myrtle wails after seeing us. "What?" Mi-yeong and I said in unison. "Harry! Ron! This is a girls Bathroom!" Mi-yeong said as soon as she saw them. "They know!" I say to her shutting her up. "Don't ask me!" Myrtle said, "Here I was minding my ow business, sitting in my U-Bend when suddenly a book fell through my head!" She cries and wails flying around dramatically. "Wait, but It cant hurt you right? It'd go right through you." Harry says trying to comfort her but had said the wrong thing. Myrtle wailed loudly, "Let's all throw books at Myrtle because she can't feel it! Ten points if you get it through her stomach! Fifty points if you get it through her HEAD!" She dramatically crying and flying around the bathroom. "Who threw it at you anyway?" Harry says. "Well I don't know! As I said I was sitting in my U-Bend, thinking about my death, when it flew through the top of my head. It's over there. It got washed out." She says pointing at a book lying on the flooded floor. Harry goes to pick it up but Ron flings an arm in front of him. "Are you mad?" Ron asks Harry seriously, "It could be dangerous!" He continues. "Dangerous?" Harry laughs, "How can a book be dangerous?" He continues still laughing. Harry went to pick it up...