Harry swallowed a few times as he vision started to blur. He cursed himself silently for his
stupidity. Hadn’t he learned already from being in Hogwarts NOT to drink things before investigating?
"It’s ok, Ginny," he said quietly, feeling steam began to flood out of his ears. "It was my fault, but do
me a favor though and go get Professor Dumbledore for me, ok? I think I’m going to be sick."
"Sure! Of course!" Ginny said at once. She hesitated. "J-Just don’t go anywhere until I return for you,
Harry, ok?"
Harry shot her a suspicious glance. "Why?" he asked.
A red streak spread across Ginny’s face. "Uh, well, um, the effects of the potion could get you into
trouble some, that’s all."
This worried Harry. "What do you mean? What kind of love potion is this anyway?"
"A-A bad one," Ginny stated mysteriously.
"How bad?"
"Oh... oh it’s pretty bad. As bad as they can get really."
"And it--"
"Oops will you look at the time! Gotta run and get Dumbledore, Harry! Bye!"
"But--"
"See ya!"
Before he could question her further, Ginny turned and raced off down the hallway at top speed nearly
running into a suit of armor that was taking a stroll down the hall. It flipped around as she flew past it
and toppled over with a deafening crash, leaving bits and pieces of itself all over the floor. It shouted
loud curses at her as she scrambled up the stairs towards Dumbledore’s office, out of sight.
As the armor started getting up and began to try and piece itself together, still shouting unpleasant
obscenities while flashing inappropriate jesters where Ginny had disappeared, Harry turned back
towards the Great Hall entrance and frowned in displeasure. He leaned back against the wall and
stuffed his hands back in his pockets.
The affects of the Potion were beginning to finally end. His stomach was slowly starting to become less
painful, and the awful after taste he had was beginning to die down. He sighed and tried to collect his
thoughts, wondering what kind of potion he had drank anyway. He hoped it hadn’t changed any of
his features at all.
Worried, he felt around his face, making sure everything was normal. His fingers traced around the
small lightning bolt scar on his forehead. It surprisingly caused him some comfort.
"Hey Harry, I brought you your drink. Colin said for me to give it to you. It seems he got distracted by
Professor MacGonagall and couldn’t bring it. What are you doing out here anyway?"
Harry looked up at Hermione, who came strolling towards him from the large double doors of the Great
Hall. His eyes lit up hopefully. Perhaps she could fix this! Harry thought. Hermione was, after all, the
brainiest student in Hogwarts and she was bound to have some sort of knowledge of how to reverse
the affects of the Amorae Potion…. Whatever they might be….
Hermione went up to him with a mug of Pumpkin juice in her hands. As soon as Harry caught sight of it,
a slight queasiness in his stomach over took him, and his face turned a nasty shade of green.
The greeting smile on Hermione's face dropped as she noticed the sudden change in his face.
"Are you ok, Harry?" she asked sharply. "You look sick."
"Uurrggh," was the only noise Harry could make. He clinched his stomach as his sickness once again
returned to him. His head began to swim. Curse this stupid potion! he thought dizzily
Hermione swiftly caught Harry's arm to steady him as he toppled forwarded in almost a drunken state.
"What’s wrong with you, Harry?" she demanded
shrilly. "Why are you--"
She suddenly stopped.
A strange look swept came over her face. Hermione's mouth snapped shut, and she withdrew her hand
swiftly from his arm. Her brown eyes widened then turned oddly dull and vacant. Slowly, her eyelashes
sunk down and her lips curved in a strange smile. Harry peered at her worried as the funny feeling in
his stomach died down. "You know Harry," she said softly. "I’ve never noticed before, but you really
are quite handsome." Her voice was a purr and so unlike Heromione that Harry was taken completely
by shock.
"Er, what did you just say?" he asked awkwardly, taking a step back.
