Chapter 3:
"That was the most disturbing, utterly insane, hideous thing I have ever seen in my life!" wheezed Ron as they neared the slowed at the end of the hall. "I saw them making eyes at each other, but... bleech! We walk on that floor! Augh!"
"I know!" Harry agreed, for once showing enthusiasm that day. "To think, they were doing memory spells on us the whole time! Who knows what else we might have forgotten!"
Ron leaned against the stone wall, breathing heavily. "That was just too sick, too sick. I hope Hermoine doesn't see that on her way back to the Common room."
Harry shuddered. "Maybe that would be a good thing. If she had a temporary memory lapse, then she'd be able to sleep better tonight without thinking so much about Victor. Listen, we'd better find her quickly before all three of us get in trouble."
Soon, both Griffindors were again sprinting down the torch lit hallways still searching for their missing counterpart. It was past midnight by the time they got back to the Common Room, and they were tired, confused, and worried.
The moment they entered, they found themselves looking at a face that mimicked their emotions exponentially.
"Hermoine!" Harry exclaimed. "I- we were so worried about you! It's not like you to disappear! Are you all right?"
Although her hair was frizzy and her eyes red, Hermoine stood up from the chair and looked at Harry with a borderline grotesque expression of both resolution and insanity.
"I'm leaving Hogwarts. Tonight."