I Know You Fancy Me ||D.M.||

Part 97

"Olivia, wake up. We are almost late for breakfast." Hermione says, shaking me. I open my eyes. The sun shines into the window, making me close them right away. "It is to bright!" I whine, Hermione giggles and walks to away. She closes the blinds so I can open my eyes again. "Better?" I nod. "Thank you." I say and push the covers to the foot end of my bed. "How are you feeling now? After the sleep?" she asks as I get dressed. "Not really that much better, to be honest." she nods "I wasn't expecting you to feel much better anyway, so don't worry. But it will be alright, I promise." I shrug my shoulders and open the door. Only to be almost knocked on the head by Harry. Who is looking shocked. "Well, good morning." I say. He grabs my hand and Hermione's, who was standing next to me. He drags us out of the room, through the common room, into the halls. "Wow? What?" I ask. "Ron." is all he says, "Where is he?" Hermione then says. "The hospital wing." Harry says. Hermione starts to run, so Harry and I run after her. Into the hospital wing. There he is, laying on a bed, super pale with Ginny beside him. Hermione already has a chair set up on the other side of him and sits down on it. "What happened?" I ask Harry. "Love potion. A strong one," he says I look at Hermione "Did you-?" I start she aggresivally shakes her head "professor Slughorn gave him a potion to stop it, but then he fainted. So I gave him a bezoar, to make him breath again. And now he is here." Harry continues. "Oh my god. But who gave him the love potion?" Hermione asks, a little jealous. "Romilda Vane." "Romilda? I thought she fancies you?" I say. "She does, the potion was for me, but Ron saw the chocolats laying on my bed. And took some. So he got the love potion instead of me." he explains. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape and Slughorn walk into the hospital and come to a stop at the foot of Ron's bed. "Quick thinking on your part, Harry, using a bezoar. You must be very proud of your student, Horace." Dumbledore says. "Hm? Oh, yes, very proud." Slughorn replies, he seems as if his thoughts are somewhere else. "I think we agree, Potter's actions were heroic. The question is, why where they necessary?" McGonagall then speaks up. "Why, indeed?" Dumbledore says, turning to Slughorn, who, I just now notice, is holding a bottle. A bottle with black leather wrapped around it. What is in it? "This appears to be a gift, Horace." Dumbledore says walking over to Slughorn who is now holding out the bottle. "You don't remember who gave you this bottle? Which by the way possesses remarkable subtle hints of licorice and cherry when not polluted with potion." he says. "Actually, I had intended to give it as a gift myself." Slughorn says, now Snape is holding the bottle, and sniffing it as well.  "To whom, I might ask?" Dumbledore asks Slughorn "To you, Headmaster." Slughorn replies, a guilty look on his face. I look at McGonagall who looks just as confused as I feel right now. "Where is he?" I hear Lavender's cry, from still outside the hospital. Who gave her the heads up?  I sigh and roll my eyes. A second later she pushes Slughorn and Snape aside to run towards the bed. "Where's my Won-Won? Has he been asking for me?" she asks, out of breath. "What is she doing here? And she?" she asks, looking at me and Hermione. "I might ask you the same question." Hermione says standing up from the chair. "I happen to be his girlfriend." Lavender says agnrily. "I happen to be his..." Hermione hessitates "Friend." she then says "Don't make me laugh. You haven't spoken in weeks. I suppose you want to make up now that he's all interesting" "He's been poisoned, you daft dimbo!" Hermione says, I have to put my hand over my mouth to stop my giggles from escaping my mouth. Lavender sees this and gives me a death stare before turning back to Hermione "And for the record, I've always found him interesting." Hermione continues. Then Ron starts to wake up a little. "Ah, see? He senses my presence." Lavender says, making me snort. Which makes her give me another death stare. Come on, she really thinks he still likes her? Besides he only liked her attention, which he now finds annoying. "Don't worry, Won-Won. I'm here. I'm here." Lavender says, walking a closer to the bed and bows over it. Ron starts tp mumble, at first I can't make out what he is saying, but then he clearly says: "Hermione. Hermione. Hermione." making Lavender run out of the hospital, crying. Thank Merlin. Hermione sits down on the bed next to him and grabs his hand and holds it. "Oh, to be young, and to feel love's keen sting." Dumbledore says. Ifeel the pain shot in my chest, the tears form in my eyes, and the lump in my throat. But no one seems to notice, good I don't want them to notice. "Well, come away, everybody. Mr. Weasley is well tended." Dumbledore says and everyone starts to move. Everyone except Hermione and Slughorn. "About time, don't you think?" Ginny asks when she is standing beside me and Harry. Harry nods and chuckles, instead of reacting I walk out of the hospital. Ginny follows me, but Harry stays inside for a couple seconds longer. Ginny walks on, but I wait for Harry to walk out. "Are you ok?" he asks, I nod, but shake my head at the same time. "I don't know." I then whisper. "I get it, it is alright, let's go." he says and grabs my hand to walk us. We walk through the halls, not really having any idea where to. We walk up some stairs, but in the staircase next to us we hear footsteps, why is anyone out now? Classes are going on. We look at who it is, it's Draco. Walking all by himself, Harry looks at me. I nod and we follow him.