Glad to see you all enjoyed the last chappie. Sorry that took so damn long. Here's the next one.

(A/N: This is from Harry's POV just as he's leaving the Great Hall)

Harry walked as quickly as he could from the Great Hall, ignoring the glances and whispers from his fellow students as he fought back tears. How could she do this? I thought she really loved me. I guess it was all to get to the 'Famous Harry Potter'.

His feet carried him to Gryffindor Tower and he walked through the empty common room up to the boy's dormitory. He shut the door and fell into his bed, staring up at the ceiling. There was an odd buzzing in his head. He wasn't able to stay put he kept fidgeting around on the bed. He got up and looked out his window at the Quidditch Pitch, his hot forehead pressed against the cool glass. Suddenly he felt restless. He went to the foot of his bed, and opened up his trunk. He threw robes and various spell books around the room until he found his father's old invisibility cloak. He pulled it on and left the room, walking quickly to the Quidditch Pitch, careful not to bump into any of the students who were on their way back from dinner.

He reached the pitch, wishing he'd brought his Firebolt with him but feeling too lazy to go back and get it. He made his way to the field and lay in the grass, looking up at the quickly darkening sky.

Why are we always looking for someone? We run off too much. We gotta learn to just stay put. Ron thought angrily as he pushed first years out of the way. "Have you seen Harry?" He asked Colin and Denis Creevy.

"Harry's missing?" Colin asked, looking worried. "We can help you look for him!"

"No!" Ron yelled, regretting having ever asked them. "No. I mean, we're playing Hide and Go Seek. See you later!" He said, walking away quickly. That was close. He thought, turning the corner as the two Creevy brothers stood, staring after him. Where the bloody hell is he?

Hermione walked briskly to the kitchens, thinking Harry might have gone down to visit Dobby. She tickled the pear in the portrait and was granted entrance amidst its relentless giggling. "Dobby?" She asked, poking her head into the kitchen. The house elves were all busy washing dishes. Hermione had the urge to liberate them but then remembered Harry. "Dobby?" She asked again.

Dobby ran over to her. "What would Mr. Harry Potter's friend be wanting from Dobby?"

"Hi, Dobby. I was wondering if you'd seen Harry?" She asked kindly.

"Oh no…." Dobby shook his head sadly. "Dobby hasn't seen Harry Potter for a long long time." He said, tears welling up in his big eyes.

"Don't worry, Dobby, I'll make sure he comes to see you."

"Really!"

"Yes. Thank you anyway, Dobby!" Hermione called as she left the kitchens, racking her brain for where Harry could be.

After a while, Harry became cold under dark night sky. He picked himself up, feeling hopeless and heavy as he slowly made his way back up to the castle, Ginny Weasley on his mind.

He probably wanted to be someplace quiet maybe I'll check the library...Hermione thought as she made her way back upstairs.

Harry wandered the castle halls, and found himself walking towards the library. He laughed dryly. I guess Hermione was right. He thought. The library has the answer for everything. He stopped, fifteen feet away from the library's entrance. He slid down the wall to the floor, not bothering to adjust the invisibility cloak. He sat with his head in hands, trying to stop the tears from spilling out of his eyes.

Hermione searched every corner of the library for Harry but he was nowhere to be seen. Feeling disappointed and slightly frustrated she left the library, figuring it was just about time to meet Ron anyway. As she left the library, something near the floor caught her eye. A single shoe was sitting near the wall. Perplexed, Hermione walked over to the shoe and nudged it with her foot. She heard a small gasp and the shoe slid from sight. It dawned upon her; Harry must be under his invisibility cloak! Gently, she reached down and groped her hand until she felt the silky fabric of the cloak and she pulled it off, revealing Harry who was still sitting with his face in his hands. "I thought I recognized that shoe." She said, sitting down next to him.

Harry didn't move. "Go away." He said stubbornly, his voice muffled by his hands.

"Oh honestly! You don't believe what that cow told you, do you?" Hermione asked, exasperated.

"I don't know what to believe."

"Harry!" Hermione screeched, outraged. "Don't be such a prat! You know Ginny. And you also know that Cho is trying to break you two up. You're being absolutely ridiculous. Maybe you don't love Ginny as much as I thought."

He finally looked up, his face slightly red. "Of course I love her! I wouldn't be this upset if I didn't!"

"If you really loved her you would trust her and not Cho. Look, Ginny is my best friend. And she's Ron's sister, and your girlfriend. I think the three of us know her a lot better than Cho does. And as her best friend I can confidently say that she loves you and would never ever date someone just because of their name. Honestly. You should be ashamed of yourself for thinking such a thing."

"I should?" Harry asked, looking hopeful.

Hermione giggled. "Yes, you twit! Now who do you believe the three of us, or Cho?"

"You guys…." Harry mumbled, looking embarrassed.

"Good."

"I'm sorry for being such an idiot, Hermione. Thanks for finding me." He said, pulling her into a hug.

"You're welcome." she said, hugging him back.

I bet Hermione's gotten lost in the library looking for him. Ron said, shaking his head when she hadn't shown up to meet him. Everyone's always getting lost and then I gotta go looking for them...

He made his way to the library, and just outside the entrance he heard familiar voices mumbling. He turned around and saw Harry and Hermione sitting on the floor together and smiling. He jumped behind a suit of armor and peeked out to watch them. Harry pulled Hermione into a hug and the two stayed in the embrace for a moment. Ron's stomach lurched and his face became hot with anger. He stomped away from the scene back up to Gryffindor Tower. When he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady his anger had ebbed away a little and he leaned against the wall. He sighed. If this is the way I'm going to behave every time I see her with another guy, or I see another guy touching her or looking at her then there's only one thing I can do...He thought to himself, shaking his head at his own stupidity. "I gotta tell her." He said aloud, feeling more confident than ever.

"Oh would you just give me the bloody password already!" The Fat Lady yelled. "I haven't got all night you know!"