Sitting in the Gryffindor common room, classes were over for the day and most people were going to bed or in their rooms getting ready to hit the hay. Ron and Hermione and Harry we're the last 3 awake.
Ron looked at Hermione and smiled. "I'm going to bed, have a goodnight you guys." Ron spoke as he got up and headed up the stairs; leaving Harry and Hermione.
As the last two were sitting in uncomfortable silence when they both heard the telltale clicking and tapping of an owl at the window. Harry was to the first to get up and let the pretty fawn and spotted owl into the room. It happily landed on the arm of the couch with a white letter in its mouth. When Hermione tried to grab the letter the owl jerked its head away hopping closer to Harry.
Walking closer to the owl, he grabbed the letter tentatively, wondering who would send him a letter at this time at night. As soon as the letter was out of the owl mouth it was gone, back out the window into the cool September night. He flipped the letter over seeing the beautifully scripted cursive spelling out his name.
"Who wrote the letter, Harry?" Hermione asked when Harry didn't tell her right away.
Harry flipped the letter over again double checking. "It doesn't say," he mumbled in confusion.
Hermione laughed lightly, "Well open it and see if it says in there, silly."
Harry did just that. He opened the envelope to a letter with just as pretty handwriting.
Harry Potter,
Your eyes shine like an emerald gem, beautiful as a midsummer's night. Hair always wild and crazy, just like you and just as amazing. I have been watching you lately, and I must admit i have been falling for you more and more. You make my heart skip a beat, and my mind go fuzzy. You are very simply amazing in every way and I'm glad you are in my life.
Sincerely,
Your Secret Admirer
Harry gasped in shock wondering who would write him such a note. Running through his head all the girls in Hogwarts, he didn't realize Hermione had grabbed the note out of his hand. She read through it as well and laughed lightly under her breath. "Looks like you have a secret admirer Harry."
It broke the raven-haired boy out of his thought enough to ask one question out loud. "Who?" a small three letter word that held a lot of meaning in a situation as such. Who could it be? It could be Ginny Weasley, Padma or Parvati Patil, Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood, or even Cho Chang, but there were reasons to doubt all of them for doing such a thing. None of them seemed to be a Secret admirer type.
Hermione speaking brought him out of his thoughts. "I'm not sure Harry, maybe next time you could quickly send a reply when they send the letter." She suggested.
"Hermione, you truly are spectacular!" Harry exclaimed excitedly to his brown haired best friend.
They devised a plan to trap the owl until he could write a response back, and then send the owl back with his response letter to the secret admirer in question. It sounded like a brilliant plan, and when they split to go to their separate dorms for the night Harry planned to stay up until the next owl arrived with his letter. Only that wasn't his admirers plan. Harry dozed off as the sun came up shining directly onto his bed, lighting up the owl that flew in and dropped a letter on Harry's Pillow as he slept.