'…I feel horrible! I'm sick, so I can get more written and more time to study. I hate being sick…I can't believe I have to miss school! That's no fair. Plus, I missed x-mas caroling in Latin class, and fudge in science (heh…we get treated extra special during exams, especially since this is our first year of taking them) …Ah, well. I can make my own treacle fudge here at home. And butterbeer! Yay!

This is a short chapter. I don't know why, I just couldn't find anything to write. The next one will hopefully be a little longer.

And in case you're really thick, Ron's the 'Unfaithful'.

Disclaimer: See previous chapters

Ruling of the Unfaithful:

"Will all students please report once again to their common rooms immediately!" snarled the voice of Argus Filch.

Just when Harry, Ron, and Ginny were walking towards the common room, McGonagall approached them.

"You three had better come with me. We have…things…to discuss." She said, looking at them sternly.

The three followed McGonagall up to the Headmistress's office. When they got to the gargoyle, she said "strawberry crumpets" and the gargoyle immediately turned into a winding staircase, which they all rode until they got to the door at the top.

Stepping into the office, McGonagall offered each of them in turn a biscuit, but all refused.

"So. I presume you know what you are here for?"

"Yes, Professor; Hermione disappeared," said Harry bluntly.

"Hmph. That is only the beginning! Before she disappeared, what happened?"

"Er…well, you see, we were walking down the hallway, and she was trying to tell us something, but Ron…"

"Ron started a row with her." Ginny finished for Harry. "And he ended up calling her a worthless, slutty, Mudblood bitch. And then she said that 'slutty' wasn't a word, and ran off, just like that."

"Yeah. Then Ginny went to follow her to who knows where, but she came back crying that she had disappeared!"

"Ronald Weasley, is this true? You're mother would be ashamed. In fact, I may just write to her right now…"

"NO! And besides, she deserved it, for going out with that prat, Malfoy!"

"Oh, really, Ronald. Are you so thick as to think Hermione would actually go out with that git?"

"Yeah, maybe I am, because that's what it bloody looked like to me!"

"ENOUGH!" shouted McGonagall.

"Now. Back to our current situation. Mr. Weasley, I will be informing your parents of this, you are aware?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. We will continue to search for Miss Granger, but I cannot say if we will find her or not…before it's too late."

"What do you mean 'too late'!" Ginny whimpered.

"I think you know exactly what I mean. Now, off with you! Back to your common Rooms!"

Harry and Ginny left, hand in hand, and Ron treaded behind them, all the while looking lost and forlorn. Had he brought this upon himself, Harry, Ginny, and Hermione? But how could it be his fault. All he did was…

And then it struck him exactly what he had said to her. How could he do that? Sure, she deserved some angry words, but not that.

If possible, he slumped even lower, reassuring himself that it was all her fault, and not his.

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Ginny lay in her bed, thinking about what had happened.

How could this be? She was there one minute, and gone the next! But she didn't care how they captured her. What mattered was, they would get her back, so she could get what she deserved;

Huge apologies and a lot of respect.

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Hermione was thrown into the cell forcefully and she could hear her wrist crack as she landed on it painfully. Why did this happen to her? What could Voldemort possibly want with her? There was only one thing she could do, laying in her cold, stone cell: think.

Think of what had happened;

Think of what would happen;

Think of what would be come of her;

Think of an escape plan…