Well, howdy-do, everyone. I forgot a disclaimer, and though you probably don't believe me, I am JK Rowling reincarnated. Yes, a train hit her, it's a huge government conspiracy covering it up, and I am her spirit reborn. No, really. O I technically own everything, those harry-potter pajama's, quick, burn them, you're copy-right infringing!! And you, fanartists! Rip up those drawings! Or I'll send my evil lawyers after you… woo!! Beware…

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Harry and Ron stared at her intently. They were clueless to what she meant.

"What the hell does Malfoy have to do with anything?" Ron asked.

"I was walking down the stairs, you know where the two Head's rooms meet and the two staircases turn into the bigger one? Well…" As she told them her story, omitting the conversation they had had, she saw anger flickering across their eyes.
Ron's face turned red, he narrowed his eyes and leaned over conspiratorially and said in a quiet voice seething with fury,
"So the git was the last one to be near it then. We'll get him for sure, he's always calling you Mudbl- well, you know, and he never stops dumping on my family. He's just been pushing at it, now he's really in deep shit though. Taking someone's wand is serious, you remember in fourth year with Harry's wand and that house-elf. Plus we know Malfoy's Dad is a death eater, the little prat could do anything, he'd probably love to blame it all on a muggle-born, the little-." His talking had picked up speed and was getting louder with every word; Hermione cut him off before he got to an all-out shout.
"Yeah, I know, he's a bloody asshole to us Ron, but I don't –We don't- have any proof. And he did help me, with minimal remarks about my family. So, he deserves a chance. For all I know, I could have just left it sitting on the steps and it's still there. No one besides Head's and prefects have access to them, so there's probably a good chance that it's still there! I should have looked before, it was stupid of me to just jump to Malfoy like that…
Listen, you two go to class! You're already late enough, don't bother following me to the stairs, I'll be back in five minutes. Harry, just close your mouth, there's no reason for all three of us to go to the stairways, besides, if one of us doesn't turn up to class the Professor will have us in detention. I'm sure she'd at least let us get away with a few lines at the most if we explain; Sprout's a good teacher."
"Okay, fine, we'll go and tell her where we were. Good luck on finding it, 'Mione, if it's not there, we'll help you beat Malfoy to a pulp." Harry grinned, grabbed Ron's arm, and started walking quickly towards the Herbology room. Hermione watched them turn a corner, than sprinted towards the stairs. Climbing up them, she looked around carefully, but still she didn't see anything.
I swear, it got knocked up here… but where is it? Where!? Feeling panicky, she glanced around frantically, silently willing her wand to appear. More than once she thought she saw the end sticking up, but every time it turned out to be a bit of wood that had broken off the main banister. Looking at her watch, she realized she had been here looking for at least fifteen minutes. Sighing, she got up, retrieved the quill she had found during her search and, disheartened, walked to class.
Upon her arrival, Sprout looked up, and Hermione stepped up to see her.
"I'm sorry I was late, but-"
"Yes, Weasly and Potter told me. Did you find your wand then, dear?" She asked quietly. Hermione shook her head.
"I don't know where I put it, will I need it much for the lesson?"
"Unfortunately, yes. We are learning how to extract Sinbile Serum from the plants, to get it you require several different charms. You can work with Weasly and Potter, I expect an essay from you too on the best way." She smiled at Hermione. "
I'm sure you'll get perfect marks. Well, best start helping, so far that plant," She gestured to Ron and Harry's plant, which was spraying a fine mist of yellow gas,
"seems to be in a fairly ticked off mood." Hermione went over to her friends, who greeted her. Inevitably, the second thing out of their mouths was 'Did you find it?' to which she shook her head again. Trying to forget about her missing wand, she turned to the plant.
"Do either of you know what you're doing? Because that gas isn't good. You need to cast a contentment charm on it, then pick off all it's leaves before you slit it open." They looked at her relieved, and they set about fixing their project.
"So where do you reckon you left it? Or do you think someone took it?" asked Ron before stuffing his mouth full of crackers.
"Shill thing'd Malhoy thook i', no ma'er whad you shay" he added, spraying crumbs, much to Harry's disgust.
"Yeah, I'm starting to think you're right, Ron. I looked in my dormitory, in the hall, every step I've taken I doubled back on. All three of us too, not just me. If t were there, we'd have found the bloody thing. Accio wand doesn't work either, and the locating charms I tried just showed it as being near the stairs. Which makes no sense, but I suppose if Malfoy did take it he could have jinxed it to not show up. Anyway, I'll confront him tonight, I guess I'll just have to go get a replacement wand until then." Her shoulders sagged.
"Though the wands they have as replacements can barely cast a basic summoning charm. I hope we don't do anything difficult today."
"Me too. But because after that stupid Sinbile gas I just want to go to sleep, not because of the wand thing. But anyway, Hermione, you'll still be able to out cast anyone else in class, the next closest is Malfoy, and he's not very good. Couldn't hit Grawp with a hex if he tried." Ron nodded and laughed, and more cracker crumbs flew across the table. Gulping he apologized.
"Well, I'm heading down to Dumbledore's office to see about a wand. I've got Arithmancy next anyway, so I won't see you later." They nodded goodbye and Hermione set off to find Dumbledore.
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