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.
I turned to Harry, who was laughing. I waved him over, "Come here," I was smiling.
He came over at sat next to me. I smiled then smacked him upside the back of the head, "I will beat your ass if this gets out. Understand?"
He groaned, "Yep. Got it."
"Here ya go, young boy," Slughorn handed him a cup of red liquid.
"What is it?" Ron asked.
"Just something for tour nerves," Slughorn nodded. Ron let me go. He took a sip of the drink. His smiled vanished, which made me smile.
He turned to all of us, "What...What happened?"
I sighed, "Bad decisions."
"It was a love potion, Ron," Harry shook his head. "A very strong one."
"I...I feel awful."
"You probably just need a pick-me-up," Slughorn went to his Liquor cabinet.
"What do you mean awful?" I asked. Slughorn began to name off the drinks he had available but I had no interest in any of them.
"Everything," he replied.
"I was going to have other uses for this, but I think it'll be fine if we drink a bit," I heard him pouring our glasses. Ron stood up, almost to try and get away from me.
Slughorn handed all of us a cup. I set mine down immediately; I didn't I watched as Ron guzzled the drink.
"To our life!" Slughorn cheered.
Ron fell. I got up, then knelt down beside him. He was foaming at the mouth. "Ron?!" I turned to the guys, "Help! Don't just stand there! Do something!"
Ron seemed to be choking or having a seizure. I pumping on his stomach. Maybe if I make him regurgitate what he drank...
Harry ran off. I kept pushing, "Come on Ron! Stay with us!"
Harry came back and put something in his mouth. Ron had stopped breathing for a moment. It was dead silent, yet I could hear my own heartbeat racing.
He gasped and I let go of my breath. He looked to all three of us, "Jesus...I could've died." He laid back down to catch his breath.
"We need to get him to the Hospital Wing."
•••
That next day we went to check on Ron. This time even Hermione went after she heard what happened. Finally.
I was standing next to Harry as we watched the professors come down to his bed.
Dumbledore looked to Harry and I, "That was smart, Harry. Using a Bezoar. And to you, Bridget, for keeping him alive long enough for Harry to get it. You must be very proud, Professor Slughorn."
Not proud enough to affect our grade.
"We may agree that what they did was heroic enough, but why would they be necessary?" McGonagall turned to Slughorn.
Dumbledore went over, "Yes, why? Was this supposed to be a gift, Horace? Do you remember who gave you the bottle?"
Slughorn shook his head.
Dumbledore smelt the bottle in his hands, "Smells of cherry and licorice...while still polluted with a sort of poison." He handed it off to Snape.
"Well, I intended to give it to you as a gift, Albus," Horace sighed.
My stomach dropped. That's what Draco did the night of the party.
Snape's eyes caught mine. He was thinking the same thing.
Running footsteps echoed in the hospital wing, along with an annoying voice, "Where's my Won-Won?!"
I rolled my eyes as I saw her approach the bed. I never liked Lavender. Found her quite annoying.
"Has he asked for me yet?" She rushes towards the bed. She turned to me then my guess Hermione, "What are they doing here?"
"We're his friends, Lavender," I groaned.
"Why are you here?" Hermione stood up.
"I'm his girlfriend!"
"Well I'm his...best friend," she argued.
My eyes went wide. I nearly thought she was going to say something else. I bit the inside of my cheek as to not say anything.
"How are you his best friend when you haven't said a word to him in weeks?" Lavender Brown put her hand on her hips.
I couldn't hold back any longer, "Probably because every time she tried, you'd practically jump on Ron's lap."
I felt a hard nudge into my ribs. I turned to Harry, who was shaking his head. I looked back to Lavender; she scoffed before turning her attention to Hermione, "You just now think that he's so interesting after he ends up in the hospital wing."
"He was poisoned, you idiot!" Hermione groaned.
I laughed a little. I couldn't help it.
"And I've always found him interesting, Lavender," Hermione argued.
Ron moved around unconsciously and groaned. Lavender got up right next to him, "He can sense me. Don't worry, Won-Won. Lav's here. I'm here."
I furrowed my eyebrows, Does she really think...? Okay.
Ron began to mutter things. At first it sounded like Lavender. Then it became clear that he was saying Hermione. I smiled and tapped Lavender's shoulder. She turned to me, "The sleeping man has spoken. Bye-Bye Lav."
She scoffed at me then ran off crying. Did I feel bad? Kinda. Did I regret it? Nah.