Hermione spent the entire evening searching for books with even the slightest mention of the word soulbond and stacked them neatly on one of the ancient wooden tables in her favourite hidden nook. She decided to forgo dinner and instantly felt bad because of Harry's parting words to her. She knew he would be worried, chewing his food and glancing at the double doors wondering when she was going to enter in a rush of bushy brown hair and huffs about losing track of time in the library. It was almost certain, Harry would then come to check on her after he finished eating and drag Ron along with him.