A week later, for the third time that year, Hermione woke up to find an anonymous gift by her bed.

This time it was an Easter egg. She opened the box and pulled it out. It was milk chocolate with a red chocolate heart. She punched a piece of egg out and ate it. It was very nice! She hid the rest in her cupboard. She went to find Ginny who was alone in her dorm - every one else was home for the holidays again.

'This is getting interesting!' said Ginny when she told her.

'No, it's just getting freaky that's all.'

'A secret admirer.You sure it's not Ron?'

'I think so. He didn't appear to know anything about the last gifts.'

'Well, don't mention the egg to him and see what happens. There's no one you'd want to send the egg is there?'

Hermione hesitated for a second then said 'No.' but there was something about her face that made Ginny unsure.

When the Hogwarts students returned and things got back to normal, Hermione had to time to think about the mystery man (at least she hoped it was a man). Work was getting harder in preparations for the end of year exams and Hermione of course was working over time.

'Need any help?' a voice asked her as she was sitting alone in the library one day.

She looked up 'No thanks Professor.'

Professor Depardieu smiled, 'Well if you ever do, you know where to find me.'

She watched him walk off. Was there something going on with him? She didn't want to think there was.

Then one afternoon in late June she bumped into him when he was walking out of his classroom.

'Sorry!' she said.

'No not all. A bit hot today isn't it?'

'Yes.'

'Do you want a drink? I've got some ice cold pumpkin juice in my office.'

'Er.I don't.er yeah ok.'

He smiled and opened the door for her. She sat down in front of his desk and he poured her some juice from a brown jug.

'Thanks.' She said, and took a sip.

'How are you going with your revision?'

'Ok thank you. I hope it won't be too hard.'

'Oh don't worry, you'll get top marks I bet.'

She felt her self blush so quickly drank some more juice to cool herself down.

'Hermione, can I ask you something?'

She gulped, 'Yes?'

He took a breath 'Does Harry ever talk to you about what happens at the Dursley's?'

'Oh,' said Hermione 'No, not really, never.'

'And what about his experiences with You-Know-Who. Do you know anything about that?'

'No, I was never there. He told me most of what happened a few years ago but he doesn't talk about the graveyard. Or the Ministry.'

'Ah, I see. I hope you don't think it rude of me to ask such questions.'

'No it's ok.'

No one said anything for a while. The only sound was the slow tick-tocking of a clock on the wall. She finished her drink and put the cup down on the desk. 'I have to go now.'

'Right. Bye.'