The next morning Hermoine went down to breakfast in the Great Hall, but could barely eat her Fizz Flakes for worry. Harry and Ron still hadn't returned, and though they would get in trouble if they were just wagging off she simply had to tell a teacher.
She finished her Fizz Flakes anyway, and then bobbed off to Hagrid's little house to snitch on her pals. The giantish caretaker beamed with joy as she bounced through the door.
"Why, Hermoine!" he boomed in his simple, resonant tones. "How nice to see you! I was just teaching Norbert to tell the-"
"Harry and Ron have gone missing!" blurted out Hermoine, unable to control herself any longer.
"-time, he knows where the big hand is but he can't see the little one, you see? And you shouldn't just barge in like that, Hermoine, what if I'd had a lady friend over-" he broke off and did a double take. "Harry and Ron have gone WHAAA?"
"Yes, they probably went into the Forbidden Forest, they usually do. They had some magic cakes."
Hagrid pondered this a moment. "Ah, well that's a different story. Many a time, in my youth, I'd head into the woods with a pal and some, ahem," here he stooped and nudged Hermoine conspirationally, "magic cakes."
"I'm quite sure I don't know what you're talking about," said Hermoine coldly.
"Well, its been nice chatting," said Hagrid, straightening up. "See you around, Hermoine!"
Hermoine stomped out of the cottage in a huff, muttering darkly to herself. And this is what she muttered : "Well, if Hagrid won't help me, I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands!"