Hermione busied herself in the Quidditch shop. The boys were still drooling over the newest equipment and brooms. She thought about moving on to the next shop on her list but they had promised Mrs. Weasley that they would stay together. Hermione loved her but the woman treated them like small children who didn't know that they were constant danger. Like she wasn't aware of the price on her head. She glared at the door and shook her head. She had promised and no matter how much it bothered her, she couldn't break it. She moved to the other side of the store where the theory and history of Quidditch books where kept. It wasn't her normal reading material but they were books. "Maybe I can grow an appreciation of the sport" she thought to herself before laughing at the idea. Hermione finally found a book that she might actually want to to read it; was titled "The Quidditch World Cup and the muggle world wars". She was leaning over to pluck it off the bottom shelf when someone ran into her and sent her sprawling to the floor. The person never stopped moving to help her up. She just saw robes turning a corner at the end of the aisle. After few seconds of muttering to herself, she noticed what looked the person's wallet. She was completely miffed at them but she couldn't help but think that they might need whatever money was in it. She reached over to grab it, intent on chasing them down to return it. The moment she touched it, her world went black.
Ron looked up from the new keeper mask he had been longingly touching just long enough to notice that he could no longer see Hermione anywhere. He not so carefully elbowed Harry "Did Hermione leave? I don't see her" Ron questioned Harry. "Maybe, you know how she gets. Two seconds in this place and she pacing." Harry replied thinking of them time that they had made her stay for almost two hours waiting on them. She never dragged them to the bookstore that long again. "I hope she didn't. She promised Mum and Mum has a way of finding these things out." Harry shook his head once the red head had turned back to his mask. Practically starting his sixth year and a war on probably the darkest wizard ever and Ron Weasley was still afraid of his own mother.