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Chapter Nine

The day slowly dragged on. Hermione did not come to the rest of her classes. I heard Harry and Ron talking about her in Transfiguration.

"She's been in there for quite a while, hasn't she?" Ron was saying.

"Yeah," Harry replied. "I wonder what's going on."

"She's probably going to come down here and tell us that she's graduating tomorrow or something." Ron

"Somehow, I don't think that's it."

"Yeah, you're probably right." They both laughed a little. I tapped Harry on the shoulder.

"Yes Skylar? Can I help you? More theories on Ron and Hermione's love life perhaps." Ron looked at him weirdly.

I smiled sarcastically. "No. It's just…. Hermione, I have a funny feeling, like something's wrong."

"Really? That's weird."

"Yeah I know."

"Well, it's probably nothing."

"Yeah, nothing…. But what if it's something. Like I told Hermione the day she told me that she…. Didn't like…. Spaghetti, I can tell the difference between something and nothing. And I think that this is something."

Harry looked at me suspiciously. "Hermione loves spaghetti. Anyway, as for the whole nothing something thing, its obviously something just maybe not a bad something."

"Hmmm…. You know that makes sense. But I think it's bad. I never get bad a feeling unless well…. It's bad."

"Yes you do. It's called a mistake. Everyone makes them sometimes."

"Yeah I guess you're right. And I think it's better to think that there's nothing wrong as opposed to something."

"Right."

"Hey what did you mean by 'Theories about mine and Hermione's love life?' " Ron cut in. Harry laughed.

"What? I want to know!"

"I didn't mean anything much by it. Just something that Skylar said." I smiled at this.

"What did she say Harry?"

"Not much."

"Tell me! If it's about me, I have a right to know!"

"Well that may be true but I'm not telling you."

"Harry! You, you can't do that! I want to know what she said! Tell me!"

"Nope, I don't think I will."

"Skylar! I always liked you."

"I'm not going to tell you Ron. You'll laugh. Although, deep down you'd know it's true." Harry rolled his eyes at this. "You know Harry, you sort of agreed with me last night."

"So? I've thought about it since then and it can't be."

"What can't be?" Ron asked hopefully.

"Nope."

"Oh come on Harry let's just tell him. His whining is starting to get on my nerves." I teased.

"Very funny. Now, tell me!"

"Okay, Skylar thinks…. She thinks you and Hermione…. Fancy each other." Ron laughed falsely.

"That's ridiculous." He was nodding and smiling stupidly. I smiled at him suspiciously. He stopped immediately. He straightened up and said, "What?"

"Oh nothing. Nothing at all." He eyed me for a second then gave his attention to the teacher.

After class Harry, Ron and I went back to Gryffindor Tower. As we entered the room I stumbled and did an accidental summersault. Harry and Ron started laughing at me, but stopped at once when we saw Hermione. She was sitting on one of the big armchairs by the fire. The look on her face was a terrible one. She was very pale. She looked sad. To sad to cry even. I had never seen anybody look that sad. It was awful. She didn't seem to notice us walk in, or anything around her for that matter. She was just staring unblinkingly at the fire. She was breathing heavily. We slowly approached her.

"Hermione?" Ron said gently. She looked up suddenly.

"Yes?" Her voice was weak and shaky.

"What's wrong?" Ron went on softly.

She did not answer but instead said, "I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

We watched in silence as she stood up and walked up the stairs. I was very worried about Hermione. She had just gone to bed at four o'clock in the afternoon. Her homework was not done yet. She had not gone to any of her classes that day. I had thought earlier that day something was wrong. But for the first time in my life, I hoped I was wrong.

I wasn't.