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Hermione, once again on her bed, was thinking about what had happened a couple of hours earlier. Questions formed and flung themselves around her head, confusing her even more. Two questions came to mind: Why would Harry do this? and Why did I let him?

A knock came from the door.

"Hello?" Hermione called out, surprised. She hadn't expected anyone to enter. "Come in,"

Ginny walked in, and sat down on Hermione's bed.

"Hullo."

The two sat still for a moment, and Ginny's single word hung in the air like a wisp of the foggy air outside.

"Okay, what's up between you and Harry?" Hermione asked Ginny, breaking the silence.

Ginny thought about what to say, and decided not to tell Hermione the truth.

"I broke up with him. I thought that he might not be thinking about me all the time and I felt like I couldn't trust him," she thought for a moment, then told some of the truth. "We had a fight. We argued over something, and, well, I guess I hurt his feelings with some of the things I said. I came to you for guidance, since you're his best friend. I know I can trust you," Ginny finally finished.

Hermione sat in the silence, wondering why Ginny had come to her instead of going to Ron. Hermione smiled. "I'm glad you feel that you can trust me," she started, but got cut off mid-sentence by Ginny, who popped up gleefully and hugged Hermione.

"You're the best!" she exclaimed, and rushed out the door, leaving Hermione alone. She muttered something about wanting to be able to finish a sentence someday.

Harry was sulking on his bed, beginning to wonder why he did the things he did earlier, what with kissing Hermione all of a sudden. He banged his head against the bedpost.

"Why? Why did you do that, Harry?" he asked himself, pausing for a moment to rub his now-aching head. "You don't just randomly kiss a girl," he continued. "Not even if you like her enough to."

There was a sudden tapping at the window. It sounded almost urgent. Harry turned to see Hedwig attempting to get inside. He opened the latch to let her in, and in doing so, noticed a small note tied to Hedwig's ankle. Harry undid the thread and opened the little letter.

It turns out that it wasn't such a little letter after all; in fact, it was a rather large piece if parchment folded up very small. Harry saw the messy scrawl on the note and guessed that it was from Hagrid. He read it aloud, because he really had nothing better to do.

The note read as follows:

Harry:

Get yourself over here to my hut as fast as you possibly can. I need to tell you something very important before the end of the day, and, whatever you do, don't let ANYONE follow you.

Scribbled illegibly at the bottom of the parchment was what Harry assumed to be Hagrid's signature. He stood up and quietly went to the door. He paused, only for a moment, to shake the thought of telling Hermione that he was going to see Hagrid, if she wanted to come with him. Harry shook his head and went carefully out the door and through the portrait hole.

As he walked across the misty grounds towards Hargrid's hut, he though about what he might be told, and how it would affect what he might do later.