Chapter 3
Unlikely Solutions
Hermione awoke the next morning pondering again about the note. Then her thoughts switched suddenly to a dream she had the previous night. She was walking about the grounds and had seen Harry leaning against a tree by the lake.
"It was only a stupid dream.", she said aloud.
She walked to breakfast, quite hastily. Would she receive another puzzling letter? Something was telling her that she wouldn't, and yet in one way she hoped she would. She her usual seat between Ron and Harry at the Gryffindor table.
Find out who your secret admirer is yet?", asked Harry swallowing a gulp of pumpkin juice.
"No, not yet. There are no clues to put together, I've no one's handwriting to investigate. What am I to do?", Hermione sighed.
"You could ask someone.", Ron butted in.
"Of course, Ron. I'll just go up to people, 'Are you my secret admirer?'"
"No, I mean you could ask someone for advice instead of complaining to us!"
"Like who?"
"Well, you could always ask Parvati-"
"No way!", shouted Parvati, who was obviously eavesdropping on their conversation, "Secret love notes are not in my field!"
"Sorry, Hermione, I wish there was more we could do.", said Harry sympathetically.
"Thanks anyway.", mumbled Hermione, and she sat up and left the table.
She glanced at the Slytherin table as she walked out of the Great Hall and down a narrow corridor to Potions. Then it came to her. She would ask someone. This wouldn't be very pleasant, in fact, it was almost crazy! But it was the only way she would get an idea as to how she would track down her secret admirer. Desperate times call for desperate measures, she would have to ask Pansy Parkinson.
*cliffhanger! * don't worry, more soon! Please review!
Hermione awoke the next morning pondering again about the note. Then her thoughts switched suddenly to a dream she had the previous night. She was walking about the grounds and had seen Harry leaning against a tree by the lake.
"It was only a stupid dream.", she said aloud.
She walked to breakfast, quite hastily. Would she receive another puzzling letter? Something was telling her that she wouldn't, and yet in one way she hoped she would. She her usual seat between Ron and Harry at the Gryffindor table.
Find out who your secret admirer is yet?", asked Harry swallowing a gulp of pumpkin juice.
"No, not yet. There are no clues to put together, I've no one's handwriting to investigate. What am I to do?", Hermione sighed.
"You could ask someone.", Ron butted in.
"Of course, Ron. I'll just go up to people, 'Are you my secret admirer?'"
"No, I mean you could ask someone for advice instead of complaining to us!"
"Like who?"
"Well, you could always ask Parvati-"
"No way!", shouted Parvati, who was obviously eavesdropping on their conversation, "Secret love notes are not in my field!"
"Sorry, Hermione, I wish there was more we could do.", said Harry sympathetically.
"Thanks anyway.", mumbled Hermione, and she sat up and left the table.
She glanced at the Slytherin table as she walked out of the Great Hall and down a narrow corridor to Potions. Then it came to her. She would ask someone. This wouldn't be very pleasant, in fact, it was almost crazy! But it was the only way she would get an idea as to how she would track down her secret admirer. Desperate times call for desperate measures, she would have to ask Pansy Parkinson.
*cliffhanger! * don't worry, more soon! Please review!