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Bella's Point of View

Over the next few weeks the school was in a state of organized chaos. No one enjoyed the teaching styles of Miss Umbridge and constantly looked for ways to rebel against her. Harry, especially, didn't like her after suffering a detention with her for talking about how You-Know-Who had returned. As if the stress of his detentions wasn't enough, I had been getting secret admirer owls accompanied by various colored roses every day and Harry was acting like the typical older brother would—by freaking out. What Harry didn't know, which would probably freak him out more, was that I would be meeting my secret admirer tomorrow at 9 pm—once the parties from the Quidditch match were in full swing and no one would notice my absence.

I was waiting for Hermione in the hallway so we could go to lunch together. After adjusting my skirt, I reached down and pulled up my knee high socks earning a few wolf-whistles from guys who happened to be standing behind me. Suddenly, I felt to hands grip my waist.

"Bending over probably isn't the best idea, Hun." I heard Hermione's voice say from behind me. "By that action alone, you gave them some new material for their wet dreams." I laughed.

"I think it's pretty disgusting." I said shaking my head. "I shouldn't have to be afraid of being objectified just because I need to fix my socks." I sighed. "You know, it's killing me that I don't know who my secret admirer is." I added as an afterthought.

"When did we start talking about that?" she asked in a joking manner.

"Well, it all just got me thinking." I sighed. "Do you know who it is?"

"No…but I do have a few theories." Hermione said with a smirk. My eyes widened and I gave her my signature puppy dog pout.

"If you love me, at all, please, please, oh pretty please tell me!" I begged.

"Well…I think it might be Edward Cullen." She squealed.

"Really?" I asked in disbelief. "He's so cute and that bronze hair is to die for." I said while making a dramatic fainting gesture. Hermione laughed at my antics as she pulled me to the Great Hall.

"So…" I started once we were seated. "Why do you think it's Edward?"

"Well he is always looking at you." She paused to take a sip of pumpkin juice. "It's always a look of curiosity, like you're a puzzle he's trying to figure out, OR like he's looking for your reaction to the notes." We squealed which caused several people to look our way.

"What are you girls squealing about?" Harry asked as he sat down beside me. I shot Hermione a scared look.

"Umm…just, stuff. You know…" I trailed off hoping he would get the hint and let the subject drop.

"What kind of stuff?" He asked suspiciously, obviously not getting the hint. I silently pleaded for Hermione to help me when it was clear that Harry wasn't going to let it go.

"You know…girl stuff." Hermione cut in. "Which guys are cute, which ones we'd like to date, which ones have a cute butt—," Harry put his hand over her mouth.

"I don't need to know that." He said looking at Hermione. "And you're not dating anyone until you're 30." He said looking at me.

"What the—you can't tell me when I can date!" I exclaimed.

"Fine, 25, but that's as low as I'm going." He amended.

I rolled my eyes at my brother and finished eating my soup. When Hermione and I were both finished, we walked out of the Great Hall and into the library where I knew Harry wouldn't follow us.

"So, are you really going to meet him tomorrow?" Hermione asked after a few moments of silence. I nodded.

"I think it's absolutely romantic." I sighed dreamily. "I just need to find something to wear…I want our meeting to be perfect." I bit my lip in concentration. "Will you help me?"

"Sure, I'll even do your hair and makeup." I squealed in response making the librarian give me a dirty look.

"Also, can you do me one teensy-weensy-tiny little favor?" I asked my eyes already going big.

"What?" Hermione asked skeptically.

"Can you be on Harry watch and cover for me if he starts to get too suspicious?" I asked. Hermione nodded her head in agreement causing me to squeal and the librarian to give me another dirty look. "You are, without a doubt, the absolute best friend ever." I whispered.

~The Next Day~

"Wow, Gryffindor is pretty good with this Quidditch stuff," I mused to Hermione. Today was the first game of the season and it was Gryffindor verses Hufflepuff. I sat with Hermione in the stands as Harry and Ron were playing.

"If you had been paying attention to Harry at all this week you would have heard him bragging about our superior team." Hermione whispered clapping as a chaser scored another goal.

"Fine, I'll admit I was a little distracted this week, but I promise I'll be back to normal when I finally meet my secret guy." I said. "Oh, look, they just pulled out the snitch; but, why doesn't Harry see it?"

"Wow, you would be a good seeker. Harry doesn't even see the snitch that fast and he's probably one of the best seekers we've ever had." Hermione said. "And, you know, I have to ask you something."

"What?"

"What if this secret guy is a fake or just somebody playing you?" Hermione asked worry etched across her face.

"If that's the case, then I will go to the kitchen and pig out. Fred and George showed me the secret entrance." I sighed. "I just really hope that doesn't happen."

The game ended shortly after with Gryffindor winning. I rushed up to hug Harry and Ron with them both swinging me around.

"You guys were amazing and those were some pretty awesome saves out there, Ron." I said when they finally set me down.

Hermione jumped in and hugged them both too. "Harry, you should be so proud of your sister; she has some of that seeker blood in her too." She paused at Harry and Ron's shocked looks. "I swear, as soon as they put the snitch up, she knew where it was." I smacked her arm.

"Shut up, Hermione!" I rolled my eyes. "I just happen to like Quidditch, and when Mary told me dad was a seeker, I always made a point to try and find the snitch." I laughed. "After years upon years of looking for it during every match, I have a very trained eye." Harry was looking a little sullen at my words. "Hey, Harry, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm gonna go and take a shower." He said. Without waiting for a response, he walked away.

The three of us shrugged before going our separate ways towards the Gryffindor common room.

"Okay, Hermione, please help me get dressed. It's already 7:30." I dragged her into our dorm area and started tearing through my closet.

"What do you think of this outfit?" I asked 30 minutes later. This was the 15th outfit I had tried on and I wasn't sure it was 'the one' yet.

"Yeah…it's amazing." Hermione said in a bored voice.

"Hermione!" I said hitting her arm. "You're not even looking, and I need your help with this."

"To be honest, Bells, you've looked perfect in all of those outfits. You're reading too much into this. It's going to be perfect and even if it doesn't work out, like you said, you know the secret entrance to the kitchen."

"Thanks, Hermione, you always know what to say." I gave her a hug before looking in the mirror again. "Okay, I think this black dress will look perfect with my red stilettos." I spun around. "What do you think?"

"I think that if Harry sees you in that outfit he's going to murder you." Hermione said. "And me!"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure he doesn't see me, and you need to make sure he doesn't get suspicious." I gave her a pointed look.

"Okay, okay! Just make sure that afterwards you tell me all about it. Oh," she gasped looking at the clock. "It's already 8:45 so you need to get going."

"Okay." I nodded spastically. "Wish me luck!"

"Luck!" she said as I walked out of the room. I snuck past the celebrating Gryffindors in the common room and out of the fat lady portrait.

Edward's Point of View

After Hufflepuff's devastating loss, my siblings and I, who all were sorted into Hufflepuff, decided to go hunting in the grounds that Dumbledore had designated for us. On my way back, I happened to run into a small body.

"Hey, I'm so sorry about that." I said as I helped her on her feet. I took a small moment to relish the feel of her hand in mine and how perfect they felt together.

"It's cool." She said brushing herself off. When she looked up, I got a chance to see the most amazing pair of eyes I have ever seen. There were a beautiful shade of hazel-grey with flecks of emerald green and blue in them. "So, were you rushing off to meet someone, in the room of requirement by any chance?" She asked with a smirk.

"As a matter of fact, I was." I lied. "What about you?"

"Meet too." She whispered. "So, does this mean what I think it means? That you're my secret admirer?" I should have known that this beautiful girl would have many suitors after her. The only chance I would have with her would be if I lied about being her secret admirer.

"Yes, I am." I lied. I felt kind of bad for lying to her, but I hoped that once we got closer she wouldn't mind too much.

"Well, I'm glad." She reached out to grab my hand. "So…should we continue to the room of requirement?"

"No, let's go to the astronomy tower. We could—well you could have a small picnic under the stars, with me next to you." I said.

"Okay," She nodded. "That sounds really good." I offered my arm to her and together we made our way to the astronomy tower.

When we got there I quickly ran around trying to set up a small picnic for her. We talked for hours about anything and everything. I found out that despite the fact that she had been brought up in the magical world, we had a lot in common.

"Oh, no!" she gasped. "I'm sorry, but I have to go."

"Well," I said getting up next to her. "I'll walk you back to your dorm."

"No! I—I mean that wouldn't be the best idea." She said quickly.

"It's cool. Do you want to meet here at the same time tomorrow?" I asked hopefully.

"Sure, sounds like fun." She said. "Okay, the chances that Harry is not going to kill me are getting pretty slim so I'd better go." She pecked me on the cheek and raced down the stairs, her heels clacking as she left. I sat there for a moment staring up at the stars before packing up the small picnic and headed back to the Hufflepuff common room. I knew I would be in for some questioning.

"Where on earth have you been, Mister?" Alice asked with her hands perched on her small hips and her foot tapping.

"Knock it off, Alice. It's none of your business anyways." I rolled my eyes. "I'm surprised you didn't see it anyways." I mumbled.

"Okay, I heard that! And you know that this magic is messing with my visions because it's so unpredictable." Alice sighed. "Please, just tell me."

"Just leave me alone, Alice." I sighed.

? Point of View

I peaked out the door of the Room of Requirement. She was not there and I was worried something had happened to her. I walked a little ways into the hall and heard her talking to one of those Cullen boys. He told her that he was the one sending her the notes and the flowers when it really was me. I saw them walk away in the direction of the astronomy tower and my heart broke a little with the fact that she wasn't with me. Cullen had just stolen the woman I loved and I couldn't stand for it. I knew for a fact that he wouldn't be able to keep the charade up for long and I planned to make him crack.

A/N: So, how was that? I bet you're all wondering who the mystery guy is…well, I'm not telling! Leave a review, please I want at least 10 for this chapter and the first 5 people who review will get a private message with a sneak peak of the next chapter. I hope that's enough incentive for you all to review :]