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A/N: Yeh! I got some reveiews...I'm so happy. Well here's the 2nd chapter to this little story...I hope you enjoy it.

The Secret Admirer
Chapter 2
Harry's Dream & the Letter

Harry's POV

It was bright. So bright that Harry couldn't see very much of anything. A figure was coming towards him. It looked like it had wings. Maybe it's an angel Harry thought.

The figure finally came close enough and blocked out most of the light that had been blinding him. It was Ron. He was wearing very fancy white dress robes and had angelic wings. The angel Ron pushed a strand of Harry's hair away from his face, kissed him on the forehead, and whispered, "I'll always love you, Harry. Goodnight."

Harry smiled as the dream faded, it was some hours later and he'd had more dreams that he couldn't remember, and he woke up well rested. Harry yawned and stretched as he sat up in his bed. He stood up from his bed and as he did so he noticed something fall to the floor, that had been underneath his pillow. He retrieved the folded piece of parchment from the floor, unfolded it, and read it.

My Love Harry,
I love you more than you'd ever believe and I'm even closer than you think. I thought I would let you know. I can only hope that one day you can and will return that love to me.

Loving you always,
Your Secret Admirer

P.S. You're very cute when your sleeping.

When he finished reading the letter, he went over to Ron's bed, to find Ron still fast asleep. Harry shook him and stirred him awake. "C'mon Ron, wake up."

Ron squinted at Harry. "It's too early," he groaned and rolled over throwing his sheets and blankets up over his head.

Ron obviously didn't want to wake up and get out of bed. Harry really wanted Ron to take a look at the letter. Sure he'd gotten a few letters like this before (most had come from Ginny and her handwriting was quite obvious), but this one was different. Harry didn't recognize the writing and it didn't come to him by owl like the others had. It had been under his pillow and whoever it was had obviously seen him sleeping considering the p.s. message.

Harry could think of only one way that would have Ron out of bed in no time flat; tickling. Ron happened to be quite ticklish as Harry had found out over the past summer when Fred and George were trying to get Ron out of bed one day. Harry set forth to tickling his best friend.

Ron shot out of the bed faster than a toad sliding on ice. (A/N: for further explanation of this look at A/N at the bottom of the page). "Oy, Harry, what did you do that for?

"Because it's the most effective way to get Weasley named Ron up and at 'em," Harry said smiling as he sat down on Ron's bed.

"Despite how effective it may be, it's quite rude, I think," Ron said, sitting down beside Harry on the bed. "What's so bloody important that explains your rudeness?"

"This." Harry handed Ron the letter.

Ron read over the letter. "D'you know who it's from?"

"Well obviously the admirer is quite a bit of a secret."

"Maybe it's Ginny trying to catch your eye again," Ron suggested with a hint in his voice that just screamed that he knew for a fact that it wasn't Ginny.

"I doubt it, after all my years of obvious disinterest in her and all as nothing other than a friend. Besides, I don't think she'd be sneaking into the boys' dormitory to leave me a letter and watch me sleep."

"You're right, it's not quite Ginny like," Ron said, sounding kind of let down. "Why don't we get dressed and go down to breakfast? You can worry about your letter later. I'm starving." It really seemed as though Ron was trying to get off the subject of the letter.

Is he jealous? Harry wondered.

The two of them got dressed and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast where they met Hermione.

"Good morning," she greeted them.

"Morning, Hermione," they both replied, taking their seats at the Gryffindor table.

"So what are this years holiday plans for you two?" she asked

"Same as usual. What do you mean us two? You're staying like usual aren't you?" Ron asked.

"Actually no. Mum and Dad really want me home for Christmas this year. It may be the last Christmas my grandmother has so they want the whole family to be there. Even a few of my cousins who live in the Untied States are flying in," she explained.

"We understand, Hermione," Harry said. "Seeing the circumstances you really should be there. Don't worry about Ron and me. Sure we'll have to face the dark forces of evil without you, but we'll manage," Harry chuckled.

"That's what I'm afraid of," Hermione said in one of her rather serious tones.

"He was only joking," Ron commented.

"Maybe you shouldn't take these things so lightly Harry." Hermione got up from her seat. "I'm going to start packing. I'll talk to you both later," she said, and left the Great Hall.

"Maybe she's right," Ron said.

"Why should I worry? I've got you and her to look after me. Over holiday she'll be gone, but I'll still have you. Besides you're much better," Harry said.

Ron began choking on the pumpkin juice he was drinking and began coughing like mad.

A/N: Okay now for my little footnote about the toad on ice thing...the reason that's in there is because of my weird imagination that creates my weird dreams...I had a dream one night that involved a lot of Harry Potter related things and people and one of them was Trevor the toad and he was hopping and sliding around on snow and ice...it's quite a funny site actually....well how was that? Please Reveiw and I'll try and have the 3rd chapter up in the next day or so, cause I've got it written but I've gotta type it up.