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Her Secret Admirer	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This story is a short, sweet five chapters. It was written for the Carnevale di Masque contest on The Masque website. (If you're above age, you should totally check that site out). A huge thanks to JenniferLupinBlack for being my fabulous alpha/cheerleader.
Disclaimer: JKR owns the world of Harry Potter, not me.

Chapter 1
"I wonder what Dumbledore has to say," Ginny said, taking a seat next to Hermione. It was lunch time and everyone was gathered in the Great Hall to eat. Hermione looked up at Ginny; somewhat surprised the girl wasn't sitting next to Dean Thomas. Maybe the two of them were having a row?
"Why would Professor Dumbledore say something?" Hermione inquired. "He doesn't usually make speeches during dinner."
"Parvati and Lavender said they heard that he had an announcement of some sort to make!" Ginny gushed excitedly. "They didn't know what, but they seemed rather excited."
"And you just caught some of their excitement?" Hermione asked, amused at Ginny's eagerness.
"Of course!" Ginny grinned. "Lavender said-"
"Can we not talk about Lavender?" Hermione cut her off, sending her a pleading look. With all the drama going on between her and Ron she was quite sick of hearing about the blonde.
Ginny frowned. "You know, I don't think Ron even likes her that much. I'm sure if you just told him you were jealous, he'd break it off with her."
Hermione's face flushed. "Ginny, I'm not jealous! I do not like Ron like that, contrary to popular belief. He's my best friend… kissing him would be like kissing my brother." The thought of her kissing Ron made her stomach turn slightly.
The redhead looked at her skeptically. "Then why all the drama?"
"Because Lavender is the one starting it," Hermione huffed. "She thinks I'm in love with Ron and has made it her personal goal to make my life miserable. I'm so sick of her. Ronald is only my friend."
"But you're not in love with Ron?" Ginny clarified.
"No, I do love Ron but I am not in love with him. He knows that… which is why I cannot stand that he is letting Lavender talk trash about me. Friends don't do that to each other."
"I'm sorry," Ginny said. "I really thought you liked him… I mean, we all did."
"Yes, well, no," Hermione repeated. She stood, gathering her things. "I need to go, though, I have Potions."
Ginny nodded. "I'll see you later. Try not to let Ron get you down too much."
Hermione sighed, but nodded. "I'll try not to punch him or Lavender in the face."
A wicked grin appeared on Ginny's face. "Well, if you do, wait 'til I'm around to see it!"
Hermione laughed and said her good-byes. She made her way down to the dungeon, wishing she had grabbed her cloak. She always forgot how cold it would get down there.
"Hermione!"
She turned and saw Harry and Ron trying to catch up with her. She stopped and waited for them.
"Why didn't you sit with us at lunch?" Ron asked.
Harry and Hermione looked at him in disbelief. Hermione shook her head. "I had some reading to do," she mumbled. More like your bitchy girlfriend won't let me. She cringed when she saw Ron was wearing his locket from Lavender. He hadn't taken it off since Christmas.
Just then, Malfoy and a flock of Slytherins just walked by. Unfortunately, it seemed Malfoy noticed the locket as well.
"What in Merlin's name is that, Weasley?" Malfoy sneered. As he peered closer, he let out a laugh. "A necklace? Weasley's wearing a necklace!" He laughed again, a few of the other Slytherins joining him.
"Leave him alone!" Harry snapped, pulling out his wand.
Hermione rolled her eyes. While Malfoy had no right to tease Ron, she knew he was only doing it to get a rise out of them. Harry always played into it, pulling his wand out. This was how accidents always happened.
"What are you going to do, Potter? Curse me?" Malfoy laughed once more. "I'd like to see you try."
"Yeah, I am," Harry said, tightening his grip on his wand. He pointed it at Malfoy, a menacing look on his face.
"You don't have the nerve," Malfoy taunted.
Harry gave in, casting a spell. It was deflected by none other than Professor Snape.
"What is the meaning of this?" he hissed, his dark eyes sweeping over the gathered students. "Hexing students in the hallway, Mr. Potter? Detention Mr. Potter My office tonight at eight."
"He didn't do anything!" Ron protested. "It was all Malfoy, that slimy git."
"Detention Mr. Weasley for arguing with a teacher and name calling," Snape sneered.
"But it's true!" Ron sputtered.
"He's lying, Professor Snape," Malfoy said. "I did nothing, look, I don't even have my wand out."
"It's true, Professor," Pansy pressed. "Potter hexed him without provocation."
"Liar!" Harry snarled. "They're lying!"
Snape narrowed his eyes. "What happened, Miss Granger? The truth."
Hermione shifted, hating that she was put on the spot. "It's true, sir. Malfoy didn't have his wand out." She cast her gaze to the floor. She heard Ron's hiss and knew Harry was probably looking at her in disbelief.
"Very well," Snape said. "Detention for Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley tonight. The rest of you, into my classroom." He stormed inside.
"I can't believe you, Hermione!" Harry said, shaking his head.
"I couldn't lie to him, Harry," Hermione cried. "It's true! Malfoy didn't even have his wand out to curse you."
"But he would have if I hesitated," Harry countered.
She shook her head. "You don't know that."
Harry turned and walked away from her. Ron followed, bumping into Hermione angrily, causing her books to fall to the floor. Sputtering in anger, Hermione bent down to pick them up and saw someone already did. She stood looking into the grey eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Here," Malfoy said, thrusting the books towards her. "And thanks."
She didn't say anything; she just took the books and turned away. Taking her seat next to Neville, she did her best to ignore the angry looks from Ron and Harry.
The rest of the day passed by in a blur. Charms was a pain seeing as Harry and her were partners yet he refused to speak to her. She did nothing wrong and stood firm in her belief. She ate dinner with Ginny, who was disappointed that Dumbledore had yet to make his "special announcement."
As Hermione curled up in her bed, she opened her Charms book to do some reading. A small, folded piece of paper fell out. Curious, she picked it up and opened it. Her eyes widened in Hermione.
To the lovely Hermione,
As I am sitting here writing this letter, I am sure you are fast asleep in your bed. It seems that all my thoughts of you come late at night when I have no one to distract me. Yes, when I sit here in the dark, thoughts of you consume me. You're beautiful, did you know that? I bet you don't. You carry yourself with this wonderful innocence… I'm sure you have no idea how truly beautiful you are. Well, let me be the one to tell you. You're more beautiful than all the stars in the sky. You're more beautiful than the sight of a rose blossoming for the first time. Your beauty is like a rose, yet fairer in many ways.
I hope I haven't scared you off, yet, Hermione, for my words are bolder on people than they could ever be in person. There are too many obstacles between us for it to be real… but I could not resist writing to you. I was filled with a burning passion… I simply had to tell you what I thought of you.
I think you're wonderful, Hermione. The little moments that I see you during the day mean much more to me than they should. I hope I haven't frightened you… it was never my intention. Take care, sweet one.
Until next time, your secret admirer.
Hermione re-read the letter at least a dozen times. She wasn't sure what to make of it. She felt somewhat uncomfortable by it but at the same time she was flattered. Someone thought she was beautiful. A smile touched her lips.
But who? Who could have slipped the note into her Charms book? Maybe someone did it as she was turning in her homework? Or maybe someone did it during dinner?
Hermione was determined to find out. She just had to know who wrote to her. The words were so sweet.
"I need to find out who this is," she quietly said. Tucking the note beneath her pillow, she laid there for a few hours, thinking of who the person was until sleep claimed her. Hermione's dreams were filled of the mysterious secret admirer.
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