Time for lunch

Hermione tossed the ruined robe in the bin. There was nothing she could do about it now. She went to her bag and put on one of her borrowed robes again.

Hermione made her way to lunch. When the Slytherins noticed she had different robes on, as well as her still-damp hair, they mocked her.

"So, realized those rags were trash and put something new on after your bath?" Pansy sneered, flashing the ring she used to know if Hermione was dressing or undressing. "At least they didn't know that the robes were destroyed," Hermione thought. It must have been because she removed them personally before they fell apart.

"So, you all excited for tonight?" Millicent snickered.

"As much as I can be," Hermione responded, coldly. She had to at least pretend she wasn't getting ready for this.

Daphne simply looked at Hermione. It made her uncomfortable, as if Daphne was looking through her. After a few moments, Daphne spoke up. "Hey Millie, did we want the mudblood and the elf to make a half-breed tonight?"

Everyone turned to stare at Daphne. "N-no..." Millicent stammered. "We don't need any more of that in the world. Why?"

"Well... There are rumors about Flitwick being part elf... so if Hermione gets pregnant tonight..."

Pansy realized what Daphne was trying to say. "Ah, I get it. Well, we're too busy to take care of that right now. But..." Pansy turned to Hermione. "If you have any birth control you want, just take it before you meet us in the entrance hall tonight."

Hermione wasn't sure what just happened, but the Slytherins finished eating and left.

All that was left to do was to make sure she could get some milk at dinner. After eating, she went down to the kitchens. The house-elves greeted her apprehensively, not that they could blame her. Not only had she tried to convince them to work for wages in her fourth year, much to their offence, they probably knew by process of elimination that Hermione was going to be keeping one of them company tonight.

"Um... Would it be possible for there to be milk at dinner?"

One of the elves looked at her as if she had asked if it were possible to serve centaur at dinner. "Meals are all planned ahead of time."

"Damn," she thought. She'd have to figure out a way to get some milk, otherwise the potion would be a poison.

She couldn't go to Hogsmeade with the clothes she had left. Hagrid might have a little milk for his tea, but it wouldn't be enough for the amount of potion she'd have to drink...

Hermione then had an idea... She might be able to ask Gilpy for help. Hermione ran up to a classroom on the first floor. This would be a good place for a private meeting with Gilpy.

She reached into her bag and pulled out one of the robes and left it on an empty stool. "Only seven left now... including the one I'm wearing," Hermione thought to herself as she hid behind the teacher's desk.

It didn't take long to hear a crack in the air as Gilpy apparated in the room. Hermione peeked out to see him examine the robe. "Gilpy?", she called hesitently.

Gilpy's head turned quickly towards the sound of Hermione's voice. "Miss! You is going to give Gilpy apoplexy!"

Hermione stepped out from her hiding spot. "I'm sorry Gilpy, but I wanted to ask... I wanted to drink something after dinner, but I need milk to drink it... Would you be able to bring me the milk in the great hall after the Slytherins leave dinner?"

Gilpy's eyes widened. "No, miss. Gilpy is having a meeting after dinner!"

Hermione's heart sank. Gilpy evidently noticed this because he spoke up again. "Gilpy can hides the milk in the great hall, miss! Gilpy knows where to find enchanted bottles that will keeps the milk as cold as winter! How much milk is miss needing?"

Hermione pulled the potion out of her bag. "Do you have bottles as big as this one?"

Gilpy eyed the pink solution with curiosity. "Yes miss, Gilpy can do this. But... What potion is miss holding?"

Hermione paused for a moment. "This potion, Gilpy, is dangerous. It actually destroyed some robes earlier today." She put it back into her bag. "However... If mixed with milk before drinking, it won't hurt me."

"And what is potion for, Miss?"

"Well..." She had to think for a moment. "The Slytherins don't want me getting pregnant by the house-elf I'll be with tonight, so this keeps that from happening."

Gilpy's eyes widened. "Miss will be wonking and bonking with an elf all night? And the elf doesn't have to worry about making a new elf?"

Hermione blushed at how Gilpy described it. "Well... yes."

For a brief moment, relief flickered across Gilpy's face. "Very well miss. I'll make sure miss's milk is hidden in the geat hall! It will be under Master Hagrid's chair!" And with that, Gilpy disapparated, holding the robe Hermione had left as bait.