Hey, thanks for reading! I'm sorry for not updating too recently; I've been terrible at updating lately.

Thanks to TheFluffiestUnicorn (AKA Wonderfully Random), who gave me the idea for this chapter, also to harrypotterhungergames and Zire-7. You guys are so cool. You have no idea how much your kind comments mean to me.

'How dare you, Harry James Potter, do such a thing?' Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs. She shook him with each syllable she pronounced, and Harry looked more and more shocked with each word.

'B-b-but, but I-' he stuttered. Hermione was scary when she was angry.

'YOU STOLE MY BOOKS, NOW GIVE THEM BACK THIS INSTANT!' Hermione's look shot daggers at Harry.

'I d-don't know wh-what-' he began again.

'TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE!' Hermione screeched.

'Hermione!' said Harry loudly, finally getting a control over his speech. 'I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have your books.'

'What.' said Hermione blankly. 'Yes, you really do. I did the spell you know.'

'What spell?' asked Harry. 'I promise you, Hermione, I didn't take your books.'

To Harry's surprise, Hermione burst into noisy tears. It seemed she had wanted this answer. 'I knew you hadn't done it Harry, I knew! Just my charm thing, it told me you did it. I just thought I should check.'

Harry awkwardly patted Hermione on the back. 'Erm, it's okay.' he said. 'I forgive you.'

20 minutes later, several explanations later, Harry fully understood what was going on.

Now that Hermione was a little calmer, he thought he might push his luck and try asking a question.

'So, why do you think your charm told you it was me who took your books?'

Hermione looked at Harry happily. 'I think I know!' she said. 'Well, the spell wanted me to picture the thing that was missing, right?'

'Yeah,' said Harry.

'And I pictured the Hunger Games, because I was kind of thinking about that at the time…' Hermione was sounding a bit excited.

'Okay,' said Harry, still not getting the gist of it.

'Oh, isn't it obvious?' asked Hermione. 'The spell said it would show me the person who took my belongings!'

'Yes!' said Harry, understanding. 'And that was me, because you lent me it!'

'So it's not you!' said Hermione. 'I'm so glad.'

'Speaking of who it is,' said Harry. 'I think we should try and figure out who took them. But first, I think we should go down to breakfast.'

Harry and Hermione arrived at breakfast a little late. They didn't notice the absence of Ron, so busy were they trying to identify the thief of Hermione's books. But one thing didn't escape them.

Whispers were being flung around the giant room faster than Bludgers in a Quidditch game. Harry looked around him. He could hear faint mutterings all along the table. Suddenly, Seamus leant across the table to tell Harry.

'Look at him,' he hissed. 'Draco Malfoy.'

Harry turned to stare across at the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was sitting, staring straight ahead, unregistering the comments being made of him. He was making no attempt to hide what he was doing.

'Is he-?' Harry began to ask incredulously.

'Yes,' whispered Seamus. 'Crying!'

Sure enough, small tears were rolling down Malfoy's face, dripping onto the table steadily. Goyle and Crabbe, sitting across the table from him, had puzzled expressions on their faces; the sort of expressions they generally had when asked a question in class.

Hermione had also noticed Malfoy's state. As Harry turned around to see Hermione's reaction, however, she was no longer in her seat. She was halfway across the room, heading towards Malfoy.

Hermione had seen on the table in front of Malfoy what Harry had not. A gleam. A gleam of red and black.

Hermione marched up to Draco Malfoy. She yanked the book off the table and said loudly to Malfoy, 'What is this?'

Malfoy twitched slightly, and mumbled something.

'What?' said Hermione, confused.

'Rue…' she heard him whisper. 'Rue.'

Hermione grabbed the Hunger Games, picked up Draco Malfoy by the elbow, and to the surprise of everyone watching in the room, dragged the two of them promptly from the Hall, outside.

Harry dropped his fork halfway to his mouth. What the hell was going on?