The Protector

Poison in the Drinks

Hermione was back to reading the newspapers. That day is was more missing people. I had stopped reading them by the fifth day of missing people.

"You two are so lucky that they didn't kill you," Hermione looked to us.

"Lucky I exploded the ground and not them," I kept a straight face. "Next time, I'll be sure to aim for their heads."

"Don't be like them, Bridget," Hermione sighed. "Don't be the bad person. And you guys need to realized who you are versus who you're up against."

"I'm sure we know who we are Hermione," Harry seemed aggravated too.

We passed by Ron and Lavender in the corridor. She had put some sort of disgusting necklace around his neck. Poor guy.

"I'm going to go vomit," Hermione sighed.

"I'll join you," I sighed. "Myrtle's bathroom is the best. You have company."

"Really?"

"Hey, just trying to help," I put my hands up in surrender.

•••

Knock! Knock! Knock!

I groaned. The knocking continued. "Bridget, get the door," Hermione groaned with me.

I yawned and checked my watch. Who would be up at 10:45 PM? Actually, I guess it's early for me, but....

Knock!

"I'm coming!" I called out. I got up and opened the door. Harry and a drugged-out Ron were standing at the door. "Can I help you?"

"So...we have a problem. Do you know anything about love potions?"

I sighed, "I'll put on my shoes. Then we'll take him to Professor Slughorn." I went to put on my flats.

"You see, that's the thing...Slughorn and I aren't really-"

"Oh, get over it and let's go," I came back to the door. "I don't care what you said to screw it up; other than Professor Snape, he's our best bet. Let's go."

We made our way down to his chambers. The entire time, Ron was talking up a storm about Ramilda Vane. I couldn't help but laugh, "Don't let Lavender hear you. She'd beat a bitch."

"Excuse me sir," Harry knocked on his door. "You know, I wouldn't bother you unless it's important..."

"Ron needs some help," I yelled. "Love potion."

Slughorn let us in after I said that. We made our way to his special box. I laid on his couch and watched as Ron got cuddly with the Professor. I was laughing every bit of the way.

"I figured you could've done this yourself," Slughorn spoke.

"I felt as though this required experience," Harry nodded.

"Also, we're tired," I chuckled. "And where are you going to find the right supplies at this time fo night?"

"You're right," Slughorn nodded.

"Actually Ron," Harry grabbed his shoulder, "that's Ramilda Vane."

"Excuse me?" I sat up.

Ronald came around the couch and hugged me. He cuddled me. It was weird. I didn't move though. "I'll get you later for this, Harry."

"Im sure you will," he nodded.

Out of the blue, now at 11 PM, Ronald grabbed my face...and kissed me. Straight up went to snogging. I didn't do anything because this was not Ron and I was so tired that I couldn't tell it was happening. I pulled away; Ron went back to cuddling me.