Draco's POV:

When the results finally come in (I swear they had taken years, if not decades to come out! I thought it was magic! It should be instant!), Madam Promfrey freezes and stares at us with wide eyes.

"Oh dear," She mutters, horrified. She fiddles with the testing kit nervously, and reads and rereads the results over and over, making my heart race in anticipation.

Is it that bad? Hermione...please be okay...

"What!" I exclaim, panic gripping at my heart. I try to grab at the results, but she doesn't let go. She holds onto them with a tight grip.

Madam Pomfrey looks up slowly and agonizingly, and with a trembling hand, holds up the results.

'Liquid Hate-Hair of Draco Malfoy
Draught of Paranoia
Essence of Confusion
Amortentia-Undetectable'

Liquid hate? Is that why she hates me so much...Amortentia...that means-

"She's going to fall in love with somebody else!" Ginny gasps. She claps a hand to her mouth and sadly gives me a sister-like hug, full of warmth and promise. Promise that she would be there for me, that she would be with me through everything. But what was that hug really worth? It's not like she felt what I felt...though they were best friends...

How can one hug convey so much emotion?

I squeeze her back tightly, careful to avoid her growing baby bump.

Harry fearfully looks up at Madam Pomfrey. "That means-"

"She will hate Mister Malfoy, and fall in love with a mysterious person." Madam Pomfrey admits.

My heart sinks. It goes down past my lungs, past my limbs, and straight into the floor and to the depths of the deepest oceans.

The one person I had allowed myself to care for, would hate me, and fall for somebody else. Somebody who stooped so low as to drug her.

I'm heartbroken.

Yes, my past was horrible, but did this really have to happen to me? After everything I've been through?

While the answer may be yes, losing your wife is a hard thing to go through. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, and the horrible part was that I had only been experiencing it for less than five minutes, and I felt absolutely horrible.

Hermione starts stirring, and the urge to rush over to and comfort her takes over me. I sprint (was it still a sprint if it was five steps?) to her side.

"Ehh....nnngh...." Hermione groans. "Mmmm...ehhhh...nnnnghhh." She continues to groan in pain, almost making it seem like she was trying to say a sentence. Hermione gasps and shoots straight up, bumping me right in the nose as she does so.

"OW!" I yelp, holding my nose in my hands.

Hermione snarls at me. "Weak."

That's all it took for my heart to shatter. One little insult from her mouth directed towards me. It was only four letters. How could four measly letters hurt so much?

Her usually beautifully laced with honey words now dripped with venom. I take a solemn step back, still gazing at her beautiful chocolate brown eyes, which now were full of anger and confusion.

"'Mione," Ginny warns, holding up one finger. "That's your husband."

"And he's weak!" Hermione snaps, wrenching the blankets off of her.

"Miss Granger," Madam Pomfrey gasps. She pulls the blankets to the bottom of the bed in an orderly fashion, making it look extremely neat.

Hermione would have done that. I note to myself, sadness tearing apart my heart more and more by the second.

"It's worse than I thought," Madam Pomfrey stutters, taking bandages out of a small kit. I sigh. Hermione...
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Unknown's POV:

I snort to myself as Hermione insults Draco, silently gloating that everything was starting to get back on track. .

I guess the potion was working!

I must admit, mixing together four different emotional potions wasn't my best idea, but it seemed to have worked!

The only problem now...was figuring out how to keep the antidotes away from her....or perhaps since the potions were muddled together...there would be no antidote!

I howl to myself, but I do so just a bit too loudly. The five turn to look near the area I had hidden-behind a potted plant with a disillusionment charm.

I quickly steady my breathing and hold a hand over my mouth, so as not to let them notice me.

Madam Pomfrey returns to tending to Hermione's wounds, carefully placing bandages around certain areas on her legs and arms.

Why, my love, must they have done that to you? Don't worry, I will get Draco Malfoy away from you...away from us...and we will be very happy together...I

Without them noticing, I carefully slink out the door way, nonverbally closing the door behind me.
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Ginny's POV:

After Hermione insults Draco, I hear a small noise coming from behind us.

I whip around and instinctively wrap one arm around my stomach, and one around Harry. Harry whips around too, though the noise stops almost immediately.

Madam Pomfrey goes back to bandaging up Hermione's legs and arms, carefully doing it so she doesn't hurt her. Hermione just huffs and puffs, looking rather annoyed.

"Can't Malfoy just like...leave!" She hisses. She bares her teeth at him, but he doesn't flinch. His frown only grows wider and wider as the pain of heartbreak (heartbreak? heartbreak.) takes over him.

I frown at my best friend, drugged by a potion concoction, fearing that it had started to take effect, though I did not have to fear it. I knew it.

Hermione Granger was drugged. She no longer liked Draco Malfoy, her husband, and she would fall in love with somebody else.

Harry sits down at the chair beside Hermione, and instantly, she calms down. Having her best friend since day one by her side must have been pretty relaxing, or at least it must have momentarily made her forget about the whole 'Draco' situation.

Hermione smiles up at Harry. "Harry!" She exclaims, jumping up to wrap her arms around him.

"'Mione," Harry says someberly. He looks over her and rubs her back soothingly.

A lot of girls sometimes wonder just why I put up with this, and just how I managed to not be a jealous little vixen.

Well, I knew for a fact that Harry loved me with all his heart. I also knew that Hermione was his best friend, so I had no reason to be jealous.

I fear, however, that with my pregnancy hormones, I might snap at him.

"You're under the influence of a potion." Harry tries his hardest to convince her, though I think he knows that it's no use. The potions were much too strong.

"No I'm not!" Hermione snaps at him. Madam Pomfrey jumps out her skin a bit (I mean, who can blame her, Hermione Granger...mad? It's rather terrifying if you ask me, and I'm her best friend!) and backs away.

"When you feel fine, Miss Granger, you may leave." Madam Pomfrey announces. She then turns on her heel and walks away, going back into her office.

Hermione stands up and wobbles a bit. Draco lunges forward to catch her, getting her just before it was too late, and she fell to the floor. Draco smiles softly at her, but she just shoves him back, sending him stumbling across the floor a couple steps back.

"I don't need you!" She snarls. She pushes her way past him, and marches out the door. Even though she's pretending not to look at us, I can feel Madam Pomfrey's eyes on the back of my neck, searching for answers.

Draco rubs his template while he mutters something under his breath.

I frown at Hermione. "Hermione, calm down. This is extremely unnecessary!" I chide to my best friend. Hermione stops sneering and shrugs as she turns to look at me.

"I don't see the problem. He deserves it." Hermione sing songs, skipping out the door to the hospital wing.

"This is worse than I thought," Harry groans, face planting into Hermione's hospital bed, that she had inhabited just seconds earlier.

"Well," Draco swallows nervously. "We've got to do something about it." Draco turns on his heel and marches out the door, turning to the opposite way that Hermione left.

"He's heartbroken," I note, rubbing my slowly growing baby bump.

Harry lifts himself up from the hospital bed and joins me, also staring at the door which he left. "I know, and that;s why we must do everything we can do to fix it."