Madame Josephine's Love Calculator

The whistle blew again and the realization of Gryffindor winning had just hit Draco. He turned around and glared at Ginny, his eyes like shooting daggers.

"If you would have been watching yourself," he spat out, "you wouldn't have broken your wrist or fallen and I wouldn't have caught you but the Snitch instead which is more important than your pathetic life Weasley!"

Ginny was startled at what Draco had just said. She knew how cold-blooded he was, but somehow what he had just said didn't make sense. Maybe it was just the pain in her wrist that wasn't making her think straight.

She still did not have the strength or the time to argue with Draco about the incident that had just occurred. She simply turned around and guided her broom the best she could to the ground, which made Draco even more furious than he already was.

"Ginny!"

It was Ron's voice. His bright red hair matching his Quidditch robes and they both equally soaked but his brilliant blue eyes were shining just like stars. He lifted his younger sister off her broom.

"Harry, we're all here!" announced Ron proudly as he and Ginny met with the others.

"Great!" grinned Harry. He was still holding the golden Snitch in his right hand as if it were his treasure. He was drenched in water and mud from head to toe.

"First victory of the season and not the last!" cried Dean and the rest of team cheered.

"We finally taught those Slytherins a lesson!" yelled Heather causing the team to then roar.

"I think I should be going to the Hospital Wing," piped up Ginny, breaking the moment of victory.

"What's wrong, Gin?" asked her brother with deep concern.

"I got hit by a Bludger on my wrist during the game and I think that it might be broken," she explained leaving out the part of Draco saving her life.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" asked Ron, now serious.

"I didn't want to break the moment of victory for the team," she mumbled looking down so that you could see the top of her wet red hair.

"I'll bring you, Ginny," volunteered Harry as he stepped forward.

"Thanks," she replied relieved.

Both left the Quidditch Pitch together as Seamus began telling the other members and Gryffindors how Draco seemed so furious that he'd been ready to kill.

***

"Yes dear, it is a broken wrist," announced Madame Pomfrey as she examined Ginny. "I can fix it easily but you will have to stay over night just for safety precautions."

"Then I'll miss the first victory celebration of the year," concluded Ginny glumly as she looked at the floor.

"Don't worry, Gin," said Harry as Madame Pomfrey went to get some medicine, and he lowered his voice. "We'll sneak in a couple of butterbeers later in here for you."

Ginny smiled and thanked Harry as she hugged him. It felt odd hugging Harry but neither of them had feelings for each other so there was no need for it to be odd. It felt like it though.

They pulled away and Ginny said, "You better go see the others. They'll be waiting for their Captain."

He winked at Ginny as he left the Hospital Wing leaving her alone apart from a Second Year Hufflepuff who was resting in a couple of beds from her.

"This is going to be a long night," thought Ginny in boredom as Madame Pomfrey returned.

With a flick of her wand, Ginny felt her bones return to their usual places. It wasn't a very pleasant feeling and quite painful.

"Here's some medicine," said Madame Pomfrey handing her a glass of dark blue liquid. "The side effects after the spell are usually not very nice to feel and so this will make it less hurtful."

"Thanks," replied Ginny as she gulped down the disgusting drink. It churned in her stomach and left a dry feeling in throat. She rested her head back down on the fluffy pillow and closed her eyes.

There was a sudden noise along with a few giggles and someone shushing them. Ginny opened her eyes to see the bright red color around her. It took her a few moments to realize that the whole Gryffindor Team was standing around her along with Hermione and her two best friends, Monica and Elizabeth.

"What are you doing here?" cried Ginny frantically.

"Coming to celebrate our victory!" announced Harry grinning with a couple of butterbeers in his hands.

"Oh guys you really didn't have to!" laughed Ginny as the all popped open their butterbeer bottle, some spraying others.

Monica and Elizabeth were both holding each of the ends of a giant Gryffindor Flag and the rest of the Gryffindor Team were singing some sort of song that they had invented on the spot. Ginny could only hear them yelling on the top of their lungs something about Slytherin Stinks.

"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?" screeched the voice of Madame Pomfrey.

The Gryffindor team stopped singing and left a space for Madame Pomfrey to step in.

"THIS IS A HOSPITAL WING NOT A CHOIR WING!" yelled Madame Pomfrey as the Gryffindor Team shrank. "OUT, OUT, OUT!"

"See you, Ginny!" cried the voice of Harry though she could not see him as he was being crushed by the others moving quickly as an annoyed Madame Pomfrey was chasing them. Ginny glanced at her bedside to see Hermione still standing there.

"Hermione?" Ginny said with curiosity. "I don't want to be rude but what are you still doing here?"

"Oh I'm not offended," replied Hermione as she pulled out Ginny's laptop from her book bag. "I thought that you might like chatting with that mystery boy of yours or finish up some assignment on this."

"Hermione!" cried Ginny as she took hold of the silver machine. "Thank you!"

"You're quite welcome!" she answered shutting her book bag, which seemed to be crammed with thick books. "I must be going now I have some research to share with Harry."

"See you later," replied Ginny as Hermione exited the Hospital Wing waving.

"I can finally talk to Hot_Dragon24!" thought Ginny excitedly as she waited for her computer to load.

She was just about to open up Madame Josephine's Chat Room when a sudden message popped up saying:

Snape's Enlargement Potion Essay to Do For Tomorrow.

Ginny groaned.

"Those reminders are very disturbing," she muttered angrily. "Oh well I guess chatting will have to wait."

Ginny opened the writing section of her computer and began typing her pesky Potions essay.

***

"Harry!" cried Hermione as she entered the Gryffindor Common Room to find Harry seated in an armchair beside the fire watching Ron and Seamus start their new chess game.

"Ron, I'm telling you I won the last game!" gritted Seamus.

"We didn't count it before it happened!" shot back Ron.

"What are they arguing about?" asked Hermione slowly as she approached the bickering boys.

"Neville knocked over their last game by mistake and ever since they've been boasting how each of them was beating the other," sighed Harry. "It's a long story."

"Right," responded Hermione eyeing Ron and Seamus as they glared at each other playing along. "Can I talk to you alone about you know what? I found some information in the library and I have some ideas."

Harry gestured towards an empty table at the far corner excluded from the others. Both him and Hermione sat there as she opened some books she had borrowed from the library.

"All right," began Hermione as she lowered her voice even though they were far from anyone's earshot. "Look no one could've written that book without the slight knowledge of Hogwarts. So that gives us the first clue. The person or people had to be related to Hogwarts."

"Wait a minute," interrupted Harry suddenly. "Did you say people?"

"Yes, I did say people," answered Hermione. "What makes you think that only one person wrote this? There's no name on it so it gives it a clear opening that more than one person wrote this."

"Okay so the person or people were related to Hogwarts," repeated Harry. "What's the second clue?"

"Well Hogwarts was only open in 995, and it took a year or two years before it was opened to students so the only people in Hogwarts were the Four Founders, Godric, Salazar, Rowena and Helga," continued Hermione. "In meaning that there's a possible chance that the Founders wrote this book."

"You mean the people who founded Hogwarts knew about my coming and Voldemort and some other new Heir to Slytherin and about my love life?" cried Harry in disbelief. "Come on Hermione."

"No, Harry, I'm serious about this," answered Hermione sternly. "The Four Founders wrote this book because they knew what was coming. They knew You Know Who was coming. They knew the new Heir of Slytherin was coming. They knew you were coming."

"Okay, okay I believe you," replied Harry. "But the question now is, how did they know know?"

"That's the next step of research I have to do," said Hermione as she stood up. "But we'll do that tomorrow, its nearly dinner and then I have to complete Professor Snape's homework assignment."

Harry groaned at the words; Professor Snape's homework assignment. Hermione laughed.

"Hermione should we tell this to Ron?" asked Harry out of the blue.

"No," Hermione replied. "At least not until we find my information."

Harry nodded as he returned to a quarrelling Ron and Seamus who were playing their new game and Hermione headed up to the girl's dormitories.

***

Draco slowly walked down the silent corridor alone thinking about the previous quidditch game that had just occurred.

"Why did I catch her?" he asked himself. "She's a Weasley. Why not let her fall?"

"Ah is she just another idiotic Weasley to you?" said a tiny voice in back of his head. "Or not?"

"Shut up," thought Draco to the annoying voice. "I don't know why I caught her. Maybe I thought she was someone else or maybe it was just natural instincts, I mean who lets someone fall to their death?"

"Doesn't she make you think of anyone?" reminded the voice. "Red hair, pretty, nice?"

Draco stopped walking and replayed what the voice had said to him over in his head.

Red Hair. Pretty. Nice.

"OH MY GOD!" cried Draco loudly. "SHE'S THE GIRL FROM THE CHAT ROOM!"

"Now you're getting it!" said the voice in a mocking tone.

"Oh shut up!" yelled Draco out loud as he hit his head back and forth on the stone wall like some sort of punishment.

Suddenly Crabbe and Goyle came strolling up the corridor, stuffing their ugly faces as usual.

"Hey, Draco," called out Goyle as he reached the angry boy. "Is that a new game?"

"It is!" concluded Crabbe proudly. "And it looks like fun! Let's try it!"

Both Crabbe and Goyle started copying Draco, hitting their heads back and forth very hard.

"Idiots," muttered Draco as he stopped banging his head and left the two boys playing their foolish game.

***

It was dinnertime and Draco sat at the Slytherin Table without Crabbe and Goyle.

"They're probably still hitting their heads," thought Draco in boredom.

"Mr. Malfoy," came a sharp voice behind him. Draco turned around to see Professor McGonagall.

"Yes Professor?" asked Draco dully.

"I'm here to report that both Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle were found unconscious in a corridor with extremely large bumps on their foreheads," announced Professor McGonagall as Draco tired to fight his laughter down. "You wouldn't happen to know what happened to them now would you?"

"Oh uh- No, Professor," answered Draco snickering slightly. "But knowing Crabbe and Goyle, I'm sure they just banged into each other and fainted by the impact."

Professor McGonagall didn't look please with Draco's response to her question.

"Very well, Mr. Malfoy," replied Professor McGonagall as she left.