Hearts exploded from the corners of the picture. It was of a picture of Hermione bent over some essay she was writing. Book surrounded her as she sat at a desk in the back of the library.
Hermione looked closely and realized that it was taken just today. He was in the library today. She tried to think back but couldn't remember anyone being there; it was quieter than usual.
Hermione,
They say you only fall in love once, but that can't be true… Every time I look at you, I fall in love all over again.
Even though I am very rich and could have the richest girl in the world, I want you. And I also will give you anything and everything you could ever want because I know you deserve it all.
Love, Your Secret Admirer
Rich? That's like half the school still, mostly purebloods, but some halfbloods and a handful of muggleborns. Hermione is fairly rich because they gave her money for the stuff she did in the war.
That wasn't much of a hint but Hermione thought hard on it because it meant that it was most likely a pureblood. It wouldn't be bad if it was a pureblood from Gryffindor or Ravenclaw or even Hufflepuff. But if he was from Slytherin, they were going to have a problem.
Hermione thought on the hints until she finally feel asleep.
