Harry was just finishing his breakfast at Number Twelve Grimwauld Place, when Ron entered the room and poured himself some coffee.

"Were you out all night?" Harry asked him when he looked up, "Did you find anything?"

"Nothing! Not a bloody thing! Not even a hair from her head. It's like she disappeared into thin air." Ron ranted angrily. He then took a deep breath to calm down and sat next to Harry "I can't believe she just took off like that. No note, no call, nothing to say that she was safe and that she hadn't been kidnapped."

"You know that's not true. She did leave a note." Harry said as he tried to defend Hermione, though he knew it was a loosing battle.

"Yeah, a note that said 'Don't find me.' Three words don't count as a note. Merlin, I can't help but hate her for doing this to us. Like we wouldn't worry about her or try to find her."

"Ron, don't work yourself up again. We'll find her." Advised Harry

"How can you stay so calm, Harry? She could be dead-"

"DON'T say that!" Harry interrupted

"She could be in chains somewhere." Ron continued as if Harry hadn't tried to stop him. "She could be-"

Ron was interrupted yet again when the loud BOOM of the doors being thrown open was heard all over the house. Draco Malfoy stormed through the hallway next to the kitchen, sprinted up the stairs to his room, and slammed another door.

"Guess I wasn't the only one out all night." Ron said with a grin on his face.

"Which reminds me, why are you trying so hard to find her? Draco stays out all night because he loves her. What's your excuse?" asked Harry, genuinely curious.

"She was my first love, Harry. I know it didn't last long and I didn't act on it, but it was there and it was real." Ron said, with a very serious look in his eyes. "Do you remember the night Malfoy showed up here? He was soaked and his eyes kept darting around. At first we thought it was because he wasn't being honest about switching sides, but then we realized he was looking for someone franticly. He loved Hermione, truly loved her. Those two belong together, and if they don't work out then no one will and I can settle for someone that's not my soul mate."

"I can't believe you believe in soul mates." Harry said laughingly at Ron

"I don't really," an embarrassed Ron stuttered "my mouth kind of ran away with me, again."

"Sure." Harry said, unconvinced. He then got a serious look on his face and asked, "Back to Hermione, what do we know?"

"We know she's not in the U.K., we've searched high and low." Ron reported.

"We also know that she is terribly clever and if she doesn't want to be found, it could take us years." Draco added as he silently came down the stairs.

"Where would she go?" asked Ron

"Doesn't she have a sibling or something?" Harry asked

"Well, aren't you two the loving best friends. She has a brother somewhere in the U.S. However, I don't know what state or city. I do know that if she were going to disappear, she would go see him first." Draco confirmed

After a minute or two of game planning, they sat in silence for a while. Suddenly Ron asked, "Have we really been doing this for half a year?"

"I think so. She ran off one year ago, we were concentrating on the war for six months after that, and then we focused on finding her. Yeah, half a year. Seem's like longer though. We don't even know why she ran off, or what happened to her." Harry stated.

Draco looked down at the table, feeling extremely guilty. He knew, at least partly, why Hermione left. He had slept with Hermione and she probably left to get away from him. But Harry and Ron didn't know any of that. Instead, they knew only what she left behind: a diary leading up to that night, and the research they needed for a plan. No one was allowed in her room when she was here, or so Draco had been told. The day after she left, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Pansy, who switched sides just before Draco did, took down the door to her room and realized why.

Books were stacked as high as the ceiling. There were pictures and newspaper clippings on every wall, they couldn't even tell what the real color was. She had red string conecting things, as if she was trying to find a pattern. There was one window and next to it was a bookcase filled with notebooks.

Ron and Pansy took the notebooks and read through them. It took them two weeks to read them all. Through those two weeks they bonded and become friends, and eventually fell in love. When Ron was wounded in the Final Battle, Pansy stayed with him and fended off all the spells sent his way.

As Draco reminested, he decide to tell Harry and Ron what he knew.

"Guys, I have to tell you something…"