Okay, this first chapter is just filler. So it's going to be le boring. Sorry, but it's just vital information.

Chapter One-

"Hermione! Hermione!"

Hermione ignored the voice calling her as she anxiously stared into the mirror, fastening her earrings on with a flick of her wand.

"Hermione! Oh bloody hell—Ginny, would you go get her?"

Hermione heard a pair of feet stomping up the stairs and flinging the door open. She turned to see Ginny, looking like a doll in her dark violet dress, staring at her.

"I never thought you'd be the one taking time to get ready," Ginny said, an amused smile flickering over her face.

"I'm done," Hermione said, glancing at herself one last time before standing up. "Sorry, I couldn't find my earrings."

She paused as Ginny surveyed her, her eyes skimming over Hermione.

"Wow," she said at last, her eyes meeting Hermione's, "Harry's going to be blown off his feet."

Hermione blushed. She and Harry had been going out for one solid year.

Now, in their last week of their last year, Harry had finally defeated Voldemort. There was obviously a school ball, in honor of him, which every student of Hogwarts was to attend.

Looping her arms with Ginny, they both made their way down to the Common Room. It was nearly deserted with the exception of Ron, who had his feet looped over the edge of an armchair. He jumped up once he noticed them.

"Finally!" Ron exclaimed, "Do you know how long I've been waiting! Everyone's already left!" He gestured to the empty Common Room.

"Well, I'm not the last one out," Hermione said defensively, "Harry's still not here yet."

"Yes I am," a voice came from behind them. Hermione spun around to see Harry standing against the exit hole. He smiled his trademark lopsided small and walked over to plant a small kiss on her cheek.

"You look nice," he said, taking her hand.

They made their way down to the Grand Hall, where the ball was to take place. Ron continued to bicker about his dress robes, which he had clearly stated that he wished to never wear again until Ginny threatened to silence him with her wand.

They entered the Grand Hall, each one inhaling deeply at the decorated room.

"Even after 7 years, this room still amazes me," Hermione said, walking into it and pulling Harry beside her.

They sat down at a table near Lavender, Seamus, and Neville. Ginny, spotting Colin, her date, blushed and excused herself to a different table.

As usual Ron began to argue with Seamus and Harry about Quidditch teams while Neville sat alongside, smiling at key points. Lavender drew Hermione into conversation about an article she had read in Witch Weekly.

After a few moments when everyone was getting up to begin dancing, Hermione eyed Harry.

His face was pale and clammy, and his eyes were squeezed shut in pain. His hand slowly lifted up to his forehead, and then he dropped it down onto the table again.

"Harry," she said quickly, gripping his hand, "Are you all right?"

He opened his eyes and managed a weak smile at her. "Yeah, I'm good."

Hermione bit her lip and surveyed him. "You don't look good. Shall I take you to the hospital wing?"

"I'll go," Harry said, standing up slowly. Hermione made a motion to stand up, but he pushed her back down. "Stay—I won't be long."

Hermione continued to peer anxiously as Harry made his way out of the Great Hall.

"Don't worry," she heard Ron's voice come from across the round table, "It's happened before. Madame Promphrey says it's because the Final Battle robbed him of most of his strength. He just needs time to get over it."

"It's happened before?" Hermione exclaimed, turning to glare at Ron, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Ron shrugged sheepishly. "Harry said not to. He didn't want to worry you."

Hermione crossed her hands across her face and leaned back into her chair. "I wouldn't…I'd try and…I still should've known!"

Ron smiled. "Don't worry, he'll be back soon."

He didn't come back.

Hermione waited at the table, her fingers twisting around each other as the ball dragged on. Finally—the next morning, when the ball finally ended, she sighed and placed her head into her hands.

"He didn't come back?"

Hermione looked up to see Ron gazing at her. She shook her head.

Ron offered her his hand and she took it, standing up. "Let's check the Hospital Wing."

They made their way quickly down to the Hospital Wing, pushing open the door, revealing Madame Promphrey tending to a first year.

"Madame Promphrey," Hermione said quickly, walking up to the nurse, "Is Harry here?"

"Harry?" she asked, looking up at Hermione, "No. Why?"

Hermione's face paled and she looked over at Ron.

"Well he came last night," Ron said quickly, "And he never came back to the ball, so—"

"Oh," Madame Promphrey's face softened, "Well, he was awful tired dear. He probably went straight to bed."

Hermione relaxed. "Oh. Of course—we'll go check."

"See," Ron said, after they had left and were on their way to the Common Room, "There's no need to worry so much."

He said the password to the Fat Lady, who swung open and let them enter. The Common Room was once again deserted—everyone was sleeping due to the late night party. Hermione and Ron crept up to the Boy's Dormitory and swung the door open.

"He's not in his bed!" Hermione hissed, her face contorting into a worried look, "It doesn't even look like he's slept at all last night!"

Ron eyed Harry's bedside drawer and opened it. His face froze.

"H-Hermione," he said softly, "His stuff is gone!"

Hermione felt her stomach cramp together. "W-What?" she asked, her voice shaking and rising a bit, "There's nothing…nothing at all?"

Ron leaned down. "There's a note." He lifted it up and his eyes skimmed over it. His face turned a nasty shade of green.

"What?" Hermione asked, her hand shaking, "W-What is it Ron?"

Ron finally tore his eyes away from the letter to look at Hermione. His face eyes were panicked and he ran a hand through his messy hair before speaking.

"H-Harry's gone."

Filler, filler, filler. Sorry, this chapter must've been boring. But trust me; the plot will start to develop by the next one. But in the meantime—Reviews?