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Hermione had been hiding in the Owlery since seven, after dinner, and now it was ten thirty. She was getting tired starting to loose hope that he wouldn't show up or had already been there.
Every year, for now almost six years on her birthday, Christmas, Valentines Day and three days after her yearly arrival to Hogwarts she would receive gifts from an anonymous person. The presents would always be very extravagant and over the top, the best of everything.
On Christmas she would always get emerald and white gold jewelry, on Valentines day she would get the most expensive chocolates, on her birthday she would get whatever it was that she had been secretly wanting that year, and on the third day after her return to school she would receive a bouquet of flowers, different ones every year.
Whoever this person was they had to be close to her because otherwise how would they know exactly what she wanted for her birthday. She assumed that it had to be a Gryffindor and she had already tried to narrow it down to a few suspects.
All this special attention from a boy made her feel so happy. Someone, a boy, actually liked her. She wanted to yell it to everyone in the Great Hall, but for some reason she always kept it to herself. She always passed off the gifts as being from her parent and everyone believed because they all knew that she was very well of, her parents being muggle dentists and all.
Right before she was about to get up and leave she hears the door to the Owlery open slowly and in walks a tall figure draped in a black cloak. She cant tell who it is, but soon spots the Slytherin symbol on their cloak and gets a shattering feeling in her stomach. She knew this had to be some type of sick joke being played on her because she didn't know of one Slytherin who was nice to her or her friends who could possibly be sending her all these presents.
She stays crouched down in her dark corner watching the person. She hears them say "Bring this to Hermione Granger tomorrow morning. Take it to her room and make sure that she and only she received it. ". and with that she sees the person turn around and leave the way they came.
She wanted to go run after the person and tell them that she knew about the sick joke that they were playing on her, but it seemed too late. She was tired and she wasn't a person to be up to that sort of confrontation at such a late hour.
She waited about ten minutes until she knew that the person was well on their way to their room and left, trying to be as quite as possible as to not be caught.
When she got to her room she couldn't help but cry. She had been a fool all this time, thinking that someone actually liked her. A fool believing that someone would find her special enough to send her all those presents. As she was falling asleep a last tear fell down her cheek. Tomorrow she would be going home and she had a whole summer to plan a way of getting even with this Slytherin boy whose identity she didn't know yet but was soon to find out.