Small shiny silver stars exploded from the small card.

They rained down upon a surprised Hermione. She smiled slightly but quickly looked around to see if anyone else saw that. She was alone in a corridor since she was on prefect patrol.

She quickly read the card and smiled again before a look of confusion crossed her face.

Hermione,

Many are the stars I see, but in my eye no star like thee.

You and I both know you would want to find out who I am. You'd also think that this is all a joke but my love for you is no joke. I'm going to leave 12 hints and if by Valentine's Day you figure out who I am, you will know where to meet me.

Love, Your Secret Admirer

He was right. She wanted to know who he was and she wanted to know if what he said was true.

Because no matter how much Hermione denied it, she was still a girly girl deep down inside and she wanted to be loved. And even if it was some mystery guy, it was better than nothing, better than the attention she got from Ron.

What if it was Ron?

But Ron would never do something this sweet and thoughtful. Ron doesn't think. Hermione wanted it to be him but it was not very likely, no matter how much she wanted it to be.

Hermione hurried back to the Gryffindor common room. No one was there so she sank into one of the chairs by the fire. She reread the card at least five times before the words finally sunk in.

Someone out there loved her. Or at least they thought they did.

She finally stood and went to bed, thinking of the mysterious guy the entire time.