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I started this story just randomly, I just started typing not knowing it was going and as I wrote a plan formed. Any-who please keep reading and enjoy!

I looked down at the small piece of parchment in my hands, elegant writing was scrawled across the page. The torn envelope was lying on my four poster, the same writing spelling my name in beautiful script too lovely for a school aged person. Hermione was written across the thick envelope. I looked down at the letter that was inside the pouch, puzzled. It was a love note. I NEVER got love notes, ever. I sat down on the edge of my bed, as I tried to figure who had left this heart melting message. Victor was out of the question, as the grammar was too good and it couldn't be Ron either because his writing was truly horrendous. A resigned sigh escaped my lips, I knew it was probably just some prank, Pansy or Malfoy had sent it to make me look like a desparate fool. But the writer did seem sincere, no it was just a silly joke. Even as I thought this, I was hopeful that it wasn't a joke, that someone really did mean the tender words written on the parchment.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Someone was coming up the dormitory steps. I quickly stashed away the note and envelope, for I didn't want anyone to know how I had been smitten by a fake love note. A brillant red headed girl skipped over to me and sat down on the bed. I could tell she was extremely excited about something.

"Gu-esssss wha-at!" she sang. I raised my eyebrows at her overly cheerfulness.

"I don't know, tell me," I said, knowing Ginny would need prompting to continue.

"Wellllllll, Harry was helping me with some homework annnnnd I caught him staring at meeee!"

I tilted my head to the side and sighed. "Ginny, you have done much more with Harry then catch him staring at you."

"Yes, but that before the-" she stopped mid-sentence, no one really mentioned the war anymore as it was too fresh in our minds. Ginny continued on a different route. "That was before he dumped me because he is too damn overprotective!"

"At least you have somebody who cares that much about you. " I snapped without thinking, tired of her whining that a guy loved her too much. Ginny just looked at me.

"Look," I said, trying to cover up my outburst, "just talk to Harry."

She took the hint that our conversation was over and went back the way she came, mummering a small thanks before clomping back down the stairs. I flopped down on the bed, angry at myself for being snappish at Ginny. I reached under the bed for the note, and reread it for the hundreth time. One particular part interested me the most, 4202-7v. What was that supposed to mean? The riddle sparked my curiousity, my brain spiralling through the various possibilities of the code. I decided to go to the library, maybe check out a book of codes or something to help with my search.

When I stepped into the common, I saw Ginny in the corner with Harry. By the looks of things she had taken my advice as the two were deep in conversation. I smiled to myself at the thought of Ginny and Harry finally getting back together, they were meant to be. I glanced across the room and saw Ron, sitting alone and sulking. He probably didn't approve of the two getting back together, the hypocrite. I rolled my eyes at the very thought of his stubborness, he was definitly not my secret admirer.

It took longer than usual to get to the library, as the halls were clogged with students going down to supper. But finally I was sitting at my favourite table with a pile of books surrounding me like a wall. I inhaled the scent of the yellowed pages as I flipped through a particularly large volume about wizard codes. After a good long hour of research, I decided to give in and go to my favourite section as always.

Near the back, by the windows, was my favourite collection of novels. I knew every single one back to front and I liked to go see if any of "my" books had been loaned out. I was running my fingers over the spines when an idea sruck me. I stared at the spines and saw what I was looking for on a copy of Pride and Prejudiced. 4202-7v was stuck on the novel's spine. How could I forget about the Pince Decimal System (Madame Pince had invented her own as the Dewey Decimal System did not contain subjects of magical content.) I quickly opened the cover of the book and another envelope with my name written on it in that beautiful script. I almost jumped up and down in excitment, but refrained myself to just a huge grin. I ripped open the envelope, though careful not to destroy the elegant Hermione that I had grown used to. Another note was inside; however, it was this time accompanied by a small silver chain. I gasped at simplistic beauty of the sparkling bracelet. I immedialty put it on, it looked devine. I stood admiring for a while and whispered a quiet thank you to the unknown giver. Picking up the note again, I read it through, searching for another riddle amongst the beautiful words. As my eyes looked over the parchment, they filled with tears. I didn't understand how someone could be so clever, so sweet, so perfect. It was too good to be true.

Sorry but I'm going to end there, for now. But Hermione is right, it is too good to be true, keep reading to find out why. Please R&R!