Ginny. That's what Harry was trying to talk about. Oh, Merlin, this was awful. Hermione watched him run to her bathroom and ran a hand through her hair. So... this potion had something to do with Ron, and the whole... Well, it did seem rather odd for Harry to do. Shaking her head she went to the cupboard to get a vial of headache potion that she had made herself. Her practice was coming along great. And thanks to that she knew many antidotes right off the top of her head, but more research was needed.
Taking the vial and a wash cloth to the door of her bathroom, Hermione knocked lightly, "Harry? I've got a potion for you and a washcloth. If you need it, there's an extra toothbrush in the vanity." She chewed her lip waiting for his reply.