Trying to ignore that little twinge of regret that comes from the idea that once Hermione's free of the potion's enchantment she'll likely take back all she said, Lily exchanged a pointed look with Madame Pomfrey as she stepped aside to let her have a look at her friend.

"She's awfully feverish Madame Pomfrey," she hoped that the school matron had been around enough teenagers under the influence of a love potion to spot the symptoms from miles off.

Poppy narrowed her eyes at Hermione, checking her forehead as she peered into her eyes for a long moment before stepping back. "I've got just the thing, it's just a little bug Hermione." She'd tell the student the truth about her condition once she took the potion that appeared with a smooth flourish of the matron's hand. She had seen students get quite angry being told they were under the influence of a love potion and refuse the antidote before, always a messy business.