A/N: Okay! Well it's been a while since I've written fanfiction, so I hope it's not too bad. I've got some good ideas for the rest of the story. Starting it was the hard part. Haha! Well I hope you enjoy and review! :]

"Hermione! Wake up, Hermione!" she heard her boyfriend call out.

Hermione tossed and turned in bed, her legs getting tangled in the blankets. When she finally did come to, Hermione's eyes fluttered open and instantly recognized the shaggy red hair of Ronald Weasley. It was summer and she and Harry were staying with the Weasley's until they returned to Hogwarts for their final year of school. Yesterday had been the day she and Harry arrived at the Weasley home, so the three of them had gone to The Leaky Cauldron to celebrate. Although, Hermione could not recall anything from the night before. She didn't know what happened while they were there, when they left, where they went after that, or even how they got home.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Ron said as he sat down on the edge of the bed she slept in.

Hermione placed her hand on her forehead as she sat up. "I'm fine, I guess, but my head hurts and I don't remember anything about last night. What happened?"

Ron and Harry exchanged glances before Ron spoke up. "Well, actually we were hoping you could tell us. When we got to The Leaky Cauldron, we got our butterbeers, sat down, and talked. We told stories about old times and talked about what this year will be like and then you got up to go get another butterbeer. Although, you didn't come back for five hours. We tried looking for you, but you were no where to be found. When you did finally come back, you looked a little disheveled, but you seemed fine."

Hermione's eyes grew so big she thought they might pop out of her head. She had never been the kind of girl to walk off and disappear, especially for five hours. Of course she was worried about what might've happened, but she assumed it was nothing to worry about. "Hopefully it'll all come back to me."

Harry nodded. "Yeah. In the mean time, Mrs. Weasley wants to take us to Diagon Ally to get our school supplies."

Hermione nodded and motioned for the boys to leave. When they left, she climbed out of bed, walked over to her trunk, and pulled out a pair of jeans and a green t-shirt. She went back to her bed, laid the new clothes down, and proceeded to remove her white sleep shirt and blue pajama bottoms. As she dressed, she saw the door begin to slowly creep open.

"Ronald! You know you can't be in here!" Hermione yelled.

Instead, Ginny walked in, her cheeks turning a rosy colour. "Um. Sorry Hermione. I don't mean to disturb you. It's just Mum wanted me to make sure you were okay. She heard last night didn't go well."

Hermione sighed. "I'm fine, Ginny. My head hurts a little and I can't remember much, but I'm okay."

Ginny let out a small smile. "Okay. If you say so." With that, Ginny turned around and left, closing the door behind her.

With jeans and t-shirt on, Hermione bent over to put her socks and shoes on. "I wish I could remember what happened. It's hard not to worry that something bad could've happened," she sat up once her laces were tied tightly, "This is just not like me. I've never blacked out like this before." Deciding to just forget for now, she stood up, threw on her pink cotton jacket and made her way downstairs to the fireplace, where Mrs. Weasley waited. They hurried into the fireplace and traveled to Diagon Ally to meet up with Harry, Ron, and Ginny. When they arrived, the others had already made their way to Flourish and Blotts and were busy finding the books they needed. As they walked inside the bookstore, Hermione could see Ron and Harry looking through shelves of books.

Ron spotted her and waved at her, "Hey Hermione! I already picked out some of your books for you."

Hermione smiled as she joined her boyfriend and best friend. "Thanks, Ron," she then noticed a smaller, brown leather back book in Ron's hands, "What's that book?"

Ron looked down at small book she had mentioned and quickly placed one of his textbooks on top of it, "Oh that? Oh it's um…it's nothing. Just an book that I thought um…I thought Ginny might like it."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at the blushing redhead in front of her, but ignored his strange attitude. Instead, she took her books, found the rest she needed, and purchased them. Afterwards, as Harry and the Weasley's made their way to visit Fred and George, Hermione continued on towards The Leaky Cauldron. "Maybe someone there will remember seeing me last night…and maybe I can get this whole mystery solved,"

she thought to herself, as she snaked her way through crowds of people back to the passageway. When she stepped inside, the chatter from dozens of people filled her ears. At the counter, Tom stood serving butterbeers to a group of teenagers. Hermione's spirits were lifted. "Surely he, of all people, would remember seeing me last night."

As she approached the counter, Tom smiled over at her. "Good day, Hermione! I see you've recovered from last night's adventures."

"What adventures? Sorry, but I don't quite remember much of last night," she stated, blushing slightly.

Tom scratched his head. "Well, I know you came up to the counter and ordered a butterbeer. It was very busy last night, so I couldn't get to it for a while. You waited, of course, and started talking to some cloaked being. It sounded like a man, but I wasn't too sure. Anywho, when I finally had a moment I went to fill your glass, but you were gone. The man you had been talking to told me he would take you the drink so I filled it and went back to business. I assumed he took the drink to you, but I don't know."

Hermione's eyes widened. "A cloaked man?" she thought back, trying to remember his face. Eventually, she gave up and sighed in disgust.

Tom frowned at her. "Sorry I'm not of much help."

She smiled at the man before her. "It's okay. You actually helped a little bit." With that, Hermione bid the man farewell and ran back to meet up with Harry and the Weasley's.