When I woke up, I was surrounded by a group of professors and Dumbledore. I guess I had a pretty bad fall. I sat up, in a daze.

"What happened," I asked. "You passed out," they answered. "Oh. Have you figured out that potion for Harry," I asked. "Madame and Snape are working on it as we speak. They think they have figured out what ingredients to include, but they don't know if it is entirely correct," Dumbledore explained. "Well, at least they have some idea of what is going on. Unlike me who is totally lost on the matter." "Hermione, why don't you go back to the common room for the rest of the day, and I will keep you updated. Don't worry about going to class. You need to just relax. There really is no reason for you to not miss class anyway. You are the best student, anyway, study-wise," Dumbledore said. "Yes sir."

I walked back into the main part of school, taking the longest route possible. I decided that this would give me thinking time to myself. When I got to the Fat Lady, I said the password, and I entered with no expression whatsoever. I still couldn't figure out why something like this would have to happen to the sweetest guy on the planet. Or at least in England. I flopped down in one of the chairs, and I grabbed some paper off of the table. I didn't have a journal, so this would go into my notebook that was so messily thrown together. I began to write-I wrote about everything that was going through my mind at that precise moment. I wrote about my feelings for Harry, feelings for Draco-and it was at that time that I realized that I had feelings for both of them. Neither one any stronger than the other. I got up out of the chair, grabbed a juice from the refrigerator, and found my way up into my room. I went over to my trunk where I kept my books, leafed through each one to look for my notebook-finding it not to be there. I freaked out. I went over near my bed, and I didn't find it around there anywhere.

It was almost time for Ron's last class to be over, and then I would be able to ask him if he had seen it. Meanwhile, I rushed back to the other side of the school-to the library. I hovered over all of the tests- searching up and around all of them-including the floor. I didn't see it anywhere when I remembered I had gotten up and walked out, leaving everything there, the day that Harry told me how he felt.

"Madame has anyone turned in a notebook that they found while being down here," I asked. "Uh, I am sorry dear. I haven't heard from anyone about any notebook. Check in later in the week, and I am sure it will turn up. No worries my dear," the librarian said, turning back to her interesting book. I had actually read that one-very interesting, indeed.

With no luck finding it, I walked up to Ron's last class of the day- Potions. I stood outside the door, waiting for Snape to release them from class. I could overhear the lesson, so I figured I could just sit down and listen so that I wouldn't be so far behind. Of course-like usual-Snape release Draco and his Slytherin friends first from class. When Draco walked out, he glanced down at me sitting on the floor.

"Why weren't you in class today, Hermione," he asked innocently. I figured some kind of trick was up his sleeve when he first said "Hermione". He never ever calls me that; it is always "Granger". Oh well, I ignored that fact. "Oh well, Harry was sick. He is dying. I went to see him this morning, and I found out from Dumbledore. He gave me the day off from classes," I said, while Draco sat down beside me. Silence surrounded us for a moment. "Here, this is for you," Draco said while handing me something in an envelope. It was the same handwriting that was on the cards and the bear that I had gotten in the past couple of days. "Uh, thanks," I said, flashing him a smile. He gave me a kiss on the forehead, stood up, and jogged off in hopes of catching up with his other Slytherin friends.

I couldn't open this until I went to find Ron. I had to ask him about my notebook, and I had to find out what was going on with Harry. I would just have to save this for later.