The next day, Harry sat in his room, once again thinking about the mysterious girl, when he heard a knock on the door. A moment later, Ron walked in.

"Oh, good, you're up," He said, walking into the room, and kicking the door shut behind him. Ron noticed that Harry was staring into space, and waved his hand in front of him.

"Harry!" He yelled.

Harry pused Ron's hand out of his face, "What?"

"What were you thinking about?"

Harry looked at him for a moment, thinking about the question, before answering,"Nothing.. My eyes were just comfortable."

Ron stared at him with a vacant expression on his face, "Your eyes..were comfortable?" He repeated. Harry looked out the window, and nodded.

"Harry, how long have you known me?"

Harry stared at him, confused, "What?"

"How..Long..Have..You..Known..Me?" Ron slowly repeated.

"Eleven years.." Harry trailed off

"Exactly. So, why are you lying to me? Since when do you lie to your best friend ?"

"I wasn't lying! My eyes were comfortable! Really."

"Mm-hmm."

"I'm serious." Harry said, trying to convince Ron, but, judging by the look on his face, Harry knew it wasn't working.

"Tell me."

Harry sighed, "Fine. At the concert a few days ago--"

"I knew it!" Ron interrupted, "You looked kind of weird that night."

"Er..thanks.. Anyway. During the concert, I went to grab someone's hand, and i felt..i don't know, a shock, I suppose."

"A shock?" Ron asked. When he saw Harry nod his head, he asked another question.

"What do you think it means?"

Harry shrugged, "I don't know. But I want to find her."

"Did you see her face?" Ron asked. A few seconds later, Harry shook his head.

"Then how do you expect you'll ever be able to find this random girl, if you don't even know what she looks like?"

"I don't know," Harry answered, standing up,"but I can't stop thinking about her or the shock I felt. I need to find her, somehow."

"What if she was just on vacation, or something? What if she really lives somewhere far away, like America or something? You'll never find her."

"I have to try," Harry told him, walking toward the window. There was a long silence, before Ron started talking again.

"What if she's not a girl?" He asked.

Harry turned to face him, "She's a girl."

"Well, you said you didn't see her.." Ron argued.

"She's a girl."

"How do you know?" Ron asked.

"I just know. She's a girl," Harry repeated.

"She might not be.."

"I'm not gay!" Harry screamed, walking toward Ron, who took a step backward in shock.

"Fine, fine. She's a girl," Ron agreed, laughing,

The week had flown by quickly. Harry unlocked the door to his room, walked inside, and carelessly fell onto his bed. With in the past week, he had been to four autograph signings, met and talked to hundreds of girls, and shook almost all of thier hands, and, according to Cho, the next week would be much busier. Harry sighed and burried his head in his pillow, resisting the urge to grab his wand and kill himself. Harry wished he had seen her face. Then, all he would have to do would be picture her in his head, and cast a simple locating spell. Unfortunatly, it wasn't that easy for him.

Harry sat up, and took off his shoes, then his socks, and laid back down, wondering if the girl had felt the same shock, or if he was just going insane.


Hermione sat in her class, trying to focus on her work. She heard her professor try to get the classes' attention, and looked up.

"We have a week left before you graduate, and all of you have improved so much over the past year. I know that all of you will be very sucessful, I am very proud, and have faith in you. I'd like to congradulate you for making it so far. I'll see you all on Monday morning. You are dismissed. Oh, Ms. Granger, before you leave, I'd like to talk to you."

Hermione nodded, understand, grabbed her back and walked to the professor Adams desk.

"Yes, professor?" She asked

"Are you alright Ms. Granger? This past week you seem to have been a bit..distracted. Is something wrong?"

Hermione shook her head, "No, Professor, I've just had something on my mind. I'm really sorry, Professor Adams. I'll be more focused on Monday."

"It's quite all right, Ms. Granger. Even the top student has the right to be distracted once in a while. It had no effect on your grades, as you have gotten perfect scores all year. But remember, Ms. Granger, if you ever need anything, my door is and always will be open." He said, smiling.

"Thank you, Professor." She answered, before exiting the classroom and walking down the hall.

When she got to her apartment and opened the door, she saw Callie waiting for her on the couch.

"Finally!" Callie said, getting up.

"What?" Hermione asked, walking inside, and shutting the door.

"What is going on with you, 'Mione? You seem so distant lately."

"Nothing's going on with me. Callie! I just have..things I need to think about."

"Are you sure nothing's wrong?" Callie asked.

Hermione sighed, and shrugged. "I don't know," She said, sitting down.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Callie wondered.

Hermione shook her head, "Maybe later."


Ok, I know, again, it's not very long. I wrote half of this during Language Arts though. Yes, I am so bad. ;-)

I need your opinion. Should I..

A) Update as like I am now, which is as often as I can, hopefully every day, or every other day if I can't, and try to make it as long as I can

B) Update every week and a half, or so, making the chapters a bit longer than I am now. or

C) Update every 2-3 weeks, making it really long, but then, there would only be about a chapter or two left.

And I need help with something else. How long should I continue this for? I was planning on just writing until they meet, and get together, but then I thought I could keep going to when they get married, or have kids, etc.

What do you think?

Thanks!