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Hermione's POV:

I have an itch that needs scratching...and desperately.

I knew I wanted to go see my love (not my useless-waste of space husband, Draco Malfoy, thank you very much.), though I couldn't quite remember who he was.

I frown and gnaw at my lip as I head to dinner. Thoughts spin around my head, and I feel like Sherlock Holmes with his Mind Palace edits. The way his thoughts literally are edited to buzz around his head, I could definitely relate to that as of right now!

I walk into the Great Hall and see people eating dinner. My eyes rake across every table, but they are drawn to the Ravenclaw table.

He's a Ravenclaw...I note to myself. I feel myself beaming instantly, bursting with happiness that I had narrowed it down to a fourth of the school!

Harry runs up behind me and I realize that I've been subconsciously walking towards the Ravenclaw table. A lot of students from Ravenclaw's eyes were on me, though the majority of the hall continued what they were doing.

"Let's go, 'Mione," Harry whispers into my ear.

I pout and let out a smal, high-pitched, dog-like whine. "Fine!" I reluctantly allow Harry to drag me over to the table where my friends all sat.

As Harry drags me over to the table, I take one last longing look at the Ravenclaw table, promising myself I would find my love, even if it was the last thing I did.

I peppily wave at Astoria and Pansy, who share a brief weird look before waving back at me with the same level of enthusiasm.

"Hi!" I chirp, sitting down in my seat. I notice that Draco isn't there, and I beam. "Thank goodness that cockroach isn't here!" I exclaim, grabbing a plate, a napkin, a fork, and a steak knife.

Everybody except Harry and Ginny looked at me as if I had suddenly turned into a crumple-horned snorkack!

"What?" I ask them, giddily chomping into a soft potato. The rosemary flavor bursts through, creating an aura of deliciousness in my mouth. "Mmmmm..." I moan at the taste.

Blaise rapidly shakes his head. "All right. It should be Draco making you moan, not a potato."

I spit all of my lovely potato right onto his face as his disgusting words. "Ew!" I wipe my mouth with a napkin. "I hate-"

"Me. Yes, I know." Draco holds five or six books in his hands and sits down next to me. I shiver in disgust.

"With a burning passion." I finish, not-so-slyly glaring at him because he had interrupted me.

Ron looks back and forth between me and Draco, and I laugh at his funny behaviour. "I thought you two liked each other?" He asks, mouth agape, showing off the chewed food in his mouth. I felt the bile coming up my throat and I resist the urge to retch.

"Hermione," Draco pulls me up, but he's mouthing something to Harry. Harry nods and Draco continues. "Come with me for a second?"

I huff. "No!" Despite my obvious not-consent, he pulls me up and drags me out of the hall.

I scream and I kick, scratch, and slap him, but he is unfazed. His icy glare shoots ahead, into a wall.

Poor wall, nothing and nobody deserves to be glared at by that ugly ferret!

Draco sits me down on a windowsill and he sits across from me. I try to stand up, but to my annoyance, he starts begging me to stay. "Hermione, please." He gives me what I think he thinks are puppy/doe eyes, but it looks more desperate.

How pathetic.

I slowly sit down, closing my eyes ever so slightly to squint at him and his ugly ferret face.

"You know Hermione," Draco twiddles his thumbs nervously, and once again, I laugh at how pathetic he is. "You really were hit by a potion."

I snort and stand up, already getting extremely tired of his BS. "Sure I was. Stop pretending we have a happy little marriage and go f-"

"Hermione!" A feminine voice behind me gasps. I whip around and see Molly, Narcissa, Arthur and Lucius standing there. "Are you alright?" Molly asks, rushing up to me and squeezing me in a motherly way.

"I'm fine, mumma!" I giggle, hugging her back. I turn to glare at Draco. "But he's mental!" I point an accusing finger at him.

What looks like either pain, confusion or anger (maybe a combination of two or all three, I really don't know) quickly flashes across the faces of Narcissa and Lucius, but they compose themselves before anybody else has the change to either do, or say anything.

"It's worse than what they told us!" Arthur indiscreetly whispers to the three adults around him.

Lucius gives one curt nod. "What did you expect?" Lucius drawls, not bothering to be quiet.

I look at them like they were insane, because they honestly were! "What are you all talking about!" I demand, stomping my foot on the ground.

Molly just smiles at me and wraps an arm around my shoulders. "Now dear, let us handle this and you head back to dinner, alright?" She shoos me towards the Great Hall.

I turn my head and look over my shoulder. "Handle what?" I ask.

Narcissa chuckles, though it doesn't sound like she was actually happy. "Nothing, dear."
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Unknown's POV:

It was a fairly good evening, but of course, it got better.

Hermione all but dances into the Great Hall, sneering as Harry Potter pulls her to their table.

As Hermione's eyes rake over the Ravenclaw table one last time, my heart both flutters and becomes gripped by panic.

My love is beginning to figure it out...but that also means they will figure out who I am!

With fear, I realize that I probably should have found a way to make sure they could not find out it was me.

Nevermind that now, I just have to make sure they don't find out it was me who did it!

Hmmmm...I think I know something...
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Theo's POV:

When Draco and Hermione leave, Harry smacks my back. The sharp sound echoes through my ears as he basically stops all my blood flow with one smack.

"AYE!" I roar, turning to clap him on the back too. Pansy grabs my arm and abruptly stops me. "What?" I whine, placing my chin on her shoulder and glancing up at her through my eyelashes. "He smacked me first!"

Pansy smacks my upside the head, clearly not caring about my precious litt-large brain. "Continue, Harry." She instructs him. Harry nods and continues to speak, shooting several glances at Ginny while he does so.

"Well, you know how Hermione felt eyes on her?" Harry asks us all. I snort, knowing that it was most likely some sort of prank they were playing on us or something.

"It was just a prank," I wave my hands around rapidly, somehow managing (or I at least think I'm managing to) to convey some sort of emotion.

"No actually, she's been drugged..." Ginny bites her lip and leans on Harry, who wraps an arm around her waist delicately.

I gasp, a gasp of pure shock. A real gasp. The realest gasp. It was the gasp of gasps. An excellent, gold medal gasp. That gasp was gaspingly extremely supercalifragilisticexpialidocious thank you very much! I am excellent at gasping. I am the gasp...master.

"That's...with what?" Astoria frowns and Blaise kisses her forehead comfortingly.

"Hate, paranoia, confusion and love." Harry announces. Once again, I gasp. (See? I told you I was good at gasping!)

"Emotional potions will go wrong if you mix too many together..." Luna trails off and shudders.

"Don't worry guys!" I smack my hands down on the table. (Sorry table, I hope I didn't stop your blood flow!) "Bezoar!" I state proudly. I tap my head and I look at them all. "Knowledge."

Ginny looks down sadly. "Yes well...because so many emotion potions were mixed..."

Lavender looks up suddenly. Her eyes were starting to shine a bit, and she looked like she would cry any second. "A bezaord won't work."

"Oh," I state sadly, upset that my extremely large brain had failed me.

"Well then what do we do?" Ron looks around anxiously. I'm guessing that it's because his best mate (his female best mate [his only female best mate {how lonely must one be to have only one female best mate?}]) had been drugged.

Neville looks up thoughtfully, tapping his fingers on the table"I could see if-"

BOOM!!!

The grand doors to the Great Hall burst open. Everybody, including the professors (especially the Professors actually) turn around. There stands a peppy Hermione, a solemn Draco, a motherly and fatherly Molly and Arthur respectively, and two angry looking rich people, who I recognize as my extended family/family. (We were still related, right? We somehow had to be to be honest.)

Aunt Cissa quirks an accusing brow at everybody. "Well? Get on with what you were doing." She walks towards our table as she says this. She says it in such a demanding tone, that I cannot help but feel that even though she thinks of me a son (but not), I should do what she says. (That's just the Malfoy power man!)

"Yes Aunt Cissa," I mutter, looking down at my plate of food.

Hermione gags as Draco sits next to her. Even though they don't show it, I can tell that Narcissa and Lucius feel disappointed and worried. What would that look like for their reputation? The Golden Girl gagging at their son, the Slytherin Prince?

Hermione continues to happily chomp into her chicken, but it looks like her eyes are glazed over. It wasn't tears, it looked almost like she was...being controlled?

I shake the thought out of my head quickly.

There's no way...unless...