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CHAPTER DOS: Confusiation!

Draco Malfoy quickly left the Gryffindor common room and wondered how he had gotten there in the first place. He was heading to Slytherin... maybe one of the stairways changed... but still... He felt so confused... Then a little flag in his head went up. Confusion! Someone had cast a confusion spell on him.

I bet it's that wicked little Harry Potter, he thought, He's always out to get revenge on someone.

Hermione woke up a few hours later to find that she had fallen asleep earlier... how had that happened? She had been in the common room and someone... Malfoy... had come in... how had that happened? And a kiss... Hermione was so confused. She went downstairs to find that the placing ceremony for the first years' was just about to begin. She took her place on the Gryffindor bench next to Ron. Ron! He had kissed her earlier. She was about to break up with him and he kissed her. Now what? She wondered. It would be awful hard to break up with Ron now... but Harry... She still liked Harry...

I'll give Ron another chance, Hermione decided.

"Ron," She whispered. He turned to her.

"What?"

"Let's take a walk after the ceremony."

"Um. Alright," Ron said, turning a lovely shade of crimson.

Hermione was rather bored throughout the placing. So she kept track of how many people went to which house. "Score so far," She mumbled, "3 Gryffindor, 5 Slytherin, 9 Hufflepuff, and 2 Ravenclaw."

"You're keeping score?" Asked Harry, who was sitting on the other side of her.

"Yes," She replied, clapping for another Gryffindor, "I'm dying of boredom."

"Come on," Harry said, "Ron and I are leaving." They all left with the excuse that they thought they had a flu bug. As they walked back to the dorm, Ron lagged behind as Hermione chatted with Harry.

"Harry, what's with Ron? He's lagging behind again," Hermione said after three tries to get Ron to join them.

"Maybe he's thinking," Harry replied softly.

"About what?"

"About you. About the kiss--" Harry stopped, mentally clamping his hand over his mouth.

"How did you know about that?" Hermione panicked. "Did Malfoy tell you? I'll kill the worm!"

"Why are you so upset about that?" Ron said, suddenly upon them. "Hermione, you seemed to enjoy it."

She looked at Ron like he had just sprouted alien attenae. Could this be the same Ron Weasly that she knew?

Ron's conscious was puffed-up and proud.

Bad Little Ron was very proud of Ron for saying that.

Good Little Ron was hiding in the janiter's closet and was not there to comment.

"Well, Hermione, did you?" Harry asked, suddenly intervening. Please say no. No, I should fend for my friend. Well, just this once. Please say yes! PLEASE SAY NO!

Hermione had too much pressure on her! "I... I..." Then she passed out.

"Oh, no." Groaned Harry and Ron in unison. Then they looked at each other.

"We have to talk this out," Said Harry. Ron agreed, and they proceeded to take Hermione to the sick wing in Hogwarts.

Once Hermione was properly settled in the sick wing, Harry and Ron went for a walk.

"Okay, we better work this out." Ron said firmly. Harry nodded his head in agreement.

"Let's both ask question. I'll go first," Ron established. "Do you like Hermione?" Harry nodded.

"My turn. Who gets to go with Hermione?" Harry inquired, as he had a strange urge to make-out with her and wanted it fixed.

"I don't know. I guess whoever she likes better." Ron said uneasily. He wasn't quite sure how to deal with this, and he certainly didn't want to lose his best friend over it.

"Ron, I-" Harry paused. "I really don't want to lose a friend over this. Hermione is wonderful, but... is she really worth this?" Harry's Inner-Peacemaker hoped this would work. Harry's other Inner-Peoples were hiding in the bathroom and too afraid to come out to comment.

"Not worth it! She is definitely worth it! Hermione is the most wonderful girl I have ever met! I could marry her for all I know! I'm not giving up now!" Ron yelled.

Harry cringed as his Inner-Peacemaker hid in the bathroom with the others. "Ron, I didn't mean that, it's just--"

"No, Harry. I don't want to hear it. You obviously don't care for her as I do, or you wouldn't have said that! Do you only care for her body? Is it just your testosterones going wild? I care about her mind, not just her body!"

"I... I just don't know. I'm so confused!" Harry said, then ran away.

Now, all this meanwhile, Neville Longbottom was practicing spells in his dorm.

"Confusiation!" He said, pointing his wand at his frog. The frog looked at him, ribbit, ribbit.

"Arrgh! This isn't working!" Neville said frustratedly. He knew that for Spells class he had to make up his own spell, but this confusion spell just wasn't working.

What he didn't know though, was that there was a reflections mirror in his dorm was sending his spells everywhere. While Neville's frustration grew, the number of confused people at Hogwarts did also.

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