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Hermione blinked several times as she looked at the note waiting in her desk. Class was about to start and McGonagall just walked into the room. She glanced over to find both Harry and Ron quietly talking amongst themselves. She secretly slipped the letter into her textbook. The class began instantly when McGonagall cleared her throat, a sign for their attention.

Hermione anxiously awaited as the day seemed to go by very slowly. She was practically counting down the minutes for the day to end so she could quickly head to her room for some privacy. Drumming her slender fingers on the smooth wooden desk, she watched as the second hand slowly ticked its way to introduce the new hour.

It was now three! She quickly stood up while shoving her books into her bag and headed straight for her room. She was in such a hurry; she didn't notice the shocked expressions she received from classmates.

Going at a pace that would not signify running, she literally had to grab the stair rail to catch her balance in front of the Fat Lady's picture. "Horntoads." She wasted no time as she recited the password then helped swing the door open with vigor, she didn't hear the Fat Lady's appalled comment. She ran up the stairs and practically threw her bag on her bed.

She was luckily the first to arrive in the door. Sitting next to her bed with her back pressed against it so when anyone entering would not notice her. She opened the letter and allowed her eyes to soak in the words.

My Love,

It has already been two months since I began sending you letters. For the last few days, I have noticed you seemed on edge lately because of the mid-term exams coming up. I wouldn't worry, my love, for you were graced with both beauty and intelligence that oozes from your perfect body. I used to think that perfection was only a myth but seeing you only gives me a reason to get up and try my hardest.

I must admit that while I was studying in the library; I snuck a peek at you yesterday. You looked very peaceful as you poured over books just for enjoyment. The expression on your face brought a smile to mine. That image itself gave me a calm serenity that inspired me to study. I must thank you once more for giving my day a 'ray of sunshine' with your smile.. I hope you enjoyed the present I left next to you in the library. I know you aren't too fond of sweets, but I found them and thought of you. Think of it as a thank you gift for helping me relax. Till next time, my love.

Yours forever,

Secret Admirer

Hermione held the letter to her chest as she closed her eyes with a wide smile and sighed. Ever since that fateful day, she always found a letter in her desk once every week. Not once had the letter failed to show up during the two months. At first, she thought it to be a practical joke and didn't take it seriously.

She even went as far as trying to find out who had been sending her letters but the person was very sneaky. She would get up early just to wait at her desk and yet the letter appeared. The person seemed to also know her schedule, which spooked her a bit. She wasn't thrilled to be stalked especially at a magical school. She didn't want to tell Harry or Ron because they would most likely tease her about it and say she was being paranoid. Ginny was too busy making goo-goo eyes at Harry or dating another guy to be of any help.

Thinking of what harm could come from it, she continued to read the letters. She was lonely after all. Curiosity had also grabbed her attention. Who could be so clever and have such a romantic heart to write such beautiful words inside of each letter?

The secret admirer seemed to know so much about her and her thoughts. She didn't think it was the cause of magic because of what he wrote showed he actually understood and knew her personally. With Harry and Ron in their own little club and Ginny in her own world, Hermione felt the bitter taste of loneliness once more.

In her heart, she secretly wished this person was someone she had her eye on. If he wasn't, would she be disappointed? Thoughts of the mystery man clouded her mind constantly as she kept looking at each male that passed her way. She knew she was being silly, but she desperately wanted to know who had been writing her letters and revealing things from her heart.

Hearing noises from the stairway, she slipped the letter into the envelope and stuffed it under her bed where several other letters lay hidden. She stood up quickly while she grabbed her bag to lay all her books out on the bed. She quickly sat down opening one book pretending to study. The door opened as girls loudly giggling or chatting about the latest topics.

Who is this mystery secret admirer? Who does Hermione have her eye on? Are they one and the same? How does this person know so much about her? 10 reviews to find out!

AN: This is the first chapter of a series I am writing, obviously. Please review to let me know your thoughts. Do you like it that you want the next chapter or not? Well, happy reading!