I was rather upset with the lack of responses. I thought that this was a grand idea as Ron and Jin have similar personalities, but Jin is about ten thousand times better. All right, so I'll keep trying. Maybe this isn't such a great story, but maybe you all just suck a reviewing. I dunno.

Hermione sighed and raised herself on her knees to stare out the window of the library. Snow coated the ground and everything around it in a thick and deep blanket. Despite herself she worried about her mysterious friend. This heavy blizzard had been here for a week already, trapping everyone inside the castle. Lowering herself back down onto her cushiony seat she sighed. The windows were so high on the walls, as the library was in the first level of the dungeon level that she never truly got a good luck. She let out a growl of annoyance and ripped open her text with a vengeance.

As the binding of the book groaned slightly with her effort she felt a twinge of pity for the poor tomb and eased her hold on it. Sighing once more- she was doing that a lot these days she turned the book and laid it face down on her stomach, leaning back she closed her eyes. That voice, that boy. If only she knew whom he was- what he was! Maybe then she would be able to stop thinking about him. Her eyes cracked open slightly but she refused to move from her relaxed position.

"Jin…"

"Already longin' for me aren't ya?" She jumped, startled and her book slid off her lap to the floor. "Now, that won't do." The book rose off the floor by some unseen force and she reached out her hand for it. "There now," the book placed itself in her hands and reopened to her page, "That's better."

"Jin, what are you doing here? How are you here?" Hermione placed her book to the side and placed one leg down to stand, leaving her other still bent on the couch.

"I missed you lass." The voice was there beside her ear. Though she knew that he wouldn't be there she turned to face the area. "Though I can't blame you for not wanting to go out, it's mighty cold."

"I missed you too." The words came out soft despite Hermione's best attempts to silence her tongue. She was caught up in the strongest hug imaginable and tears came to her eyes- though she didn't know why.

And then she cried, long and hard into this invisible embrace she would swear until her death was real. All the while Jin's wind hands stroked through her hair and his intangible voice murmured comforts that he himself never thought possible.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm crying." Reaching her hands up she wiped at her tear-streaked face in embarrassment.

"No don't be embarrassed. Some of the bravest and best people I've ever known cried. I've come to see tears as a sign of strength, strength of compassion." That was very philosophical for him. "No really, I know this man- great fighter he is and I've never beaten him despite all my might and effort. He cries about everything, the more he cries the more likely he is to succeed."

"Really?"

"Of course. I never tell a lie."

Her eyes flashed, "Then tell me who or what you are."

"Bonnie, I can't tell you that. You humans have been programmed to think nothing but even about my kind and I will not have that of you." His voice got softer and his hands ran through her hand in earnest, "No, not you Bonnie."

She pulled away from him. "Try me. You say I have a strength of compassion, so that would suggest I would understand."

He let her go completely and she sat back down, crossing her feet underneath her. "I've only just found you 'ermione. I don't want to lose you yet." The voice sounded so forlorn that she almost ceased her badgering.

"Tell me and I might not leave you, if you don't I will leave without uncertainty." Her words were so cold and callous to even herself, but Hermione stood her ground she had to know what she was getting into none of this doddling around and playing a game of twenty questions.

"What do you think I am?" He asked her tentatively as though testing the area for danger, it was unusual for him as he usually just went with and went forth for better or worse a result.

"I've thought it over, you're not human and you're either invisible or are capable of either telekinesis or air manipulation." That was a bit too close to the truth for him and Jin began to sweat for the first time without the help of a fight. "I've weighed my options against one another and narrowed it down to a few possibilities. Speaking about it narrowed it down to two." The trickle of sweat that had been creeping down Jin's spine turned into a full fledge cold sweat. "You're either an air elemental or a demon." His world shattered "If you're an air elemental then I wouldn't hate you. If you're a demon then I would think your only interest in me would either be eating me or handing me over to Voldemort- neither of those I would like."

"Not all demons are bad." He whispered with his head bowed- though she couldn't see and now he chose to never show himself to her.

Her wand came up and she whispered words that he didn't understand. Even from his place outside the castle Jin felt the pain of whatever demon-repelling spell she said, it was not powerful to hurt someone of his stature however it hurt more internally than anything else.

"I had hoped-" He paused his voice strained, "I had hoped you above all others would see that not everyone is what they appear to be or what stereotypes say a person to be. You who was born from muggle parents." Her eyes widened and somewhere inside herself shame for her actions developed. "But you're just like everyone else though you claim yourself to be tolerant and open minded. Some open minded person you are!" His presence began to vanish and she felt his anguish, his true anguish for the first time. "Goodbye Hermione."

"No- wait Jin!" He was gone and the shame over her actions came crashing down over her. No creature good or bad could feel that much anguish without having a pure heart and soul. Throwing her book aside from where it was still held weakly in her hand. She ran.

At the entrance of the library Harry and Ron called for her, but she ignored them. She had to find Jin and apologize if it was the last thing she ever did! They chased her and she knew though she didn't care, the only thing she cared for was the man she so deeply hurt.

Up staircases and down winding corridors with sharp corners they chased her until she came to the doors leading out of the castle. She knew he was out there and she knew she had to find him, grabbing a handle she threw open the large doors and ran out into the storm in nothing but her school uniform. Her two friends screamed after her to stop but she paid no heed and continued her plunge into the storm and into night. They tried to follow her out into the storm but the wind and the cold pushed them back, squinting his eyes against the storm Harry desperately tried to locate his friend.

"She's mad, she's bloody mad Harry!" Ron was gripping his shoulders and shaking Harry wildly. Harry ripped his shoulders from Ron's hands and ran away from the red head towards the Great Hall where supper was being eaten by the rest of the castle. It was strange to think that only five minutes ago he and Ron had gone to get Hermione for supper. She had been so distracted lately that she had been forgetting to eat. He shook his head as he ran and cursed himself for being so stupid, for letting Ron convince him that she was just worrying about exams- he knew that her actions weren't normal but he ignored it in favor of some mental peace. Because of his selfish actions she was now driven half crazy and running through the snow and could possibly freeze to death.

He slammed open the doors with all his might, trying to get the attention of anyone who would listen. Professor McGonagall stood swiftly and her face was a mask of concern as she saw the state of her second favorite student. "Hermione." The room was silent, not even the clatter of cutlery could be heard. "Hermione ran out into the storm, we couldn't stop her!" Before he had even finished speaking the teachers had mobilized and after rounding the table the group swiftly walked down the aisles. The only thing that even remotely betrayed their panic was the slightly quickened pace in their step and the mutually widened eyes and shrunken pupils.

The fourteen professors stood at the doors to the outside unable to comprehend why she of all the students did this. "I'm sure she had a completely reasonable and intelligent reason for doing this." Filius Flitwick's words sounded weak even to himself.

"I don't think so sir." Harry had followed them and Ron stood towards the side still clearly shaken. "She's been acting weird all week. And when she ran something was different about her, it was as though she didn't care anymore-"

"I made her commit suicide!" Ron's voice was adamant and his shoulders slumped with defeat. "I stood her up a week ago. I, I cheated on her when we were supposed to go out on a date. She said she was fine when I explained everything, but now this?" Harry felt a spark of anger that Ron was wasting time with this rubbish. Hermione would commit suicide for no one, and over no broken heart. He was making this situation about himself rather than thinking of their lost friend. In anger he grabbed Ron's shirt and shook him violently.

"You dirty prick. Hermione's lost out there in the snow and you're making this into some sort of pity Ron party. She could be dying right now!" Hands grabbed his own and Harry was forced to let go of Ron. Looking up Harry stared into the smoldering amber eyes of his long time mentor. "Remus. We have to find her."

"We will Harry, we will." He looked at Ron who was still lost in his world, "This is no one's fault, and she did not run out into this storm to die, we all know Hermione and I think we all noticed something was wrong. None of us spoke to her, but we will rectify that once we find her. Now, go back to your dorm and give solace to your housemates until we find her."

"But I want to help!" Harry looked around at the professors in a desperate attempt to find an ally.

"No Harry, on this we are all firm. It is our responsibility to look after Hermione." Dumbledore's words sounded final but Harry would not let go without a fight.

"She needs me. I have to find her." Still nothing, "I'll go with or without your consent, you cannot stop me." Eyes flashed.

"That is where you are wrong Mister Potter." Harry turned to glare at his long time enemy.

"Why is that Snape?" There was no Hermione around to make him add professor.

"That's Professor Snape Mister Potter," McGonagall was still there and she glared at her student, "And we will bind your magical signature to this castle so that way you cannot leave. If you choose to follow you're route will be forced to entrap you in such a way. I ask that you think wisely and realize that this is not the right time to try for dominance. Hermione needs us now, and we cannot spend time worrying about you." Harry deflated at the mention of his lost friend.

"There's no need to bind my signature, I'll stay. She might find her way back anyway, and she'll need someone here to wait for her. Just in case." Ron couldn't believe what he was hearing and began to protest.

"Leave it Ron, they need to start looking and I don't know any good tracking spells- do you." Ron opened his mouth to reply. "And the point-me spell only goes so far. It can be confused in this storm and we don't want to go the wrong way." Ron glared but stayed quiet.

"Now that we have wasted enough time on your theatrics maybe we can start looking for Ms. Granger." Snape's voice rung clearly through the entrance area and his coworkers nodded in agreement. They turned towards the door, "Use your speaking spell if you find anything or plan to head back. Use your magic sparingly as we do not know how far she's gone." The others nodded and they left through the main door.

Ron was turning to head to the one eyed witch in order to leave when Harry stopped him. "Ron, we need to stay." Ron looked at him with betrayal. "Don't look at me like that, we're useless in this situation, we can't fight all battles and sometimes we need to admit that there are somethings that others do better. Now is one of those times." Ron stormed off angrily, no doubt to tell the other students of his woe at Hermione committing suicide over him.

Harry sighed.