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Author's note: Here is chapter 2, I am sorry it took so long I just have school and stuff and it is kinda getting to me. Any way I must congratulate my wonderful Beta for taking pains in editing my work, I wouldn't have survived without her Thank you King Harold! Thanks to all who reviewed me last time my thank yous are at the bottom of the page. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Hermione was in shock, and through her numbness an overwhelming surge of curiosity overpowered her, and she walked over to the small parcel without a second thought. Hands trembling, Hermione extended her arm to reach it. Her fingers were pale, she noticed in an offhand sort of way. Hermione's eyes were also incredibly heavy from lack of sleep, and still, she wanted to know what the parcel was. She held it, it felt very light, as though it had been weaved from dove's feathers. And then she felt as though she shouldn't open it. Curiosity, however, got the better of her. She unwrapped the crinkled brown paper carefully. A temporary blank feeling filled her, but it quickly turned to surprise. She looked upon an empty space; there was nothing in side it. Instant anger coursed through Hermione, someone was playing a very dirty trick on her.

Hermione's hands shook from livid fury. However, this feeling stopped abruptly also, for, in front of her very eyes, something was happening. There seemed to be a little glistening ball of some sort hovering in the air, for a few seconds it emitted a few minute sparks of red light as though burning chips of wood. Just as the little ball seemed to fall to the ground, it exploded into a million little twinkling sparks. Once the center had cleared up a little, there it hovered in the air. It was a small box covered with red silk, and there were glittering delicate beads decorated on the side.

But just as the magical atmosphere reached its peak, the box stopped hovering and tumbled down ungracefully towards the floor. It landed with a frightening crash on the floor, where Hermione feared that it got damaged. As she bent over her bed to inspect the damage, she found that there was none. Now that her solid numbness had melted into stability, she was able to lift the fragile thing onto her bed. Only here, in the safety of the dormitory, was she able to inspect her gift without certain eyes on looking. Hermione stared with strangely intensified eyes at this gift, or was it hers? It had to be hers, thought Hermione, the note on the package said it was! And then, the question that was bound to come, did. It whispered through her mind, and she began pondering the question that would haunt her for quite a time.

Who sent it?

Hermione lifted the lid carefully and scanned ecstatically inside, there was a very small folded piece of parchment inside. Hermione took it excitedly and unfolded it with trembling fingers it, and read:

For you, Dear Hermione,

From,

Anonymous

These two small sentences, made miraculously numerous feelings flutter around Hermione, the feeling of, anxiety and happiness fused together to create a rather horrid feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she just couldn't name it. Something making her feel, on the edge of her seat, something thrilling, what could it be? Who could it be? And for the strangest moment in all her life, Ron came to mind. Ron, the lanky red haired boy who always drove her completely insane, but he was always there for you whenever you were in trouble... he is always there actually.

As soon as the thought came, it went. In cases like these, the characters usually eliminate the only person they really want it to be, without even bothering to hope. And so, we shall play along with this train of thought, and leave Hermione to her ponderings. And so Hermione spent the next half an hour with her stomach rumbling from an unknown hunger, and thinking of all the boys in the school who would ever do something like this. She came up with Neville Longbottom, but he was so clumsy... and just Neville, he wouldn't do this for her, he's too much of a friend, her head screwed up in a frown. And so she thought, and thought and thought, but she couldn't come up with any conclusions. So making up her mind that she would prefer sleep to food, she got undressed and with wide eyes, went to sleep, her head heavy with thoughts about her present.

Early the next morning, Hermione woke up with perfect emptiness in her head, but that soon dropped and a whole new world of thinking alighted in her mind. It made her feel slightly depressed and, yet, somehow elated at the same time. She peered under her bed, where she had carefully placed her delicate new box and laid it gently onto her desk, as though it was a new diamond bracelet. She sat in her bed, admiring her present; it was then that she realized that it was Saturday. She looked over at her watch that lay beside her box and it read that it was 6:00 in the morning, knowing that she wouldn't be able to sleep again, she got up, left the comfort of her bed, and prepared for the day.

Making her way down the stairs, Hermione didn't notice until it was too late she had tripped over her own feet and had to cling onto the banister for dear life's sake, when she composed herself she felt rather sheepish, what would Ron think if he saw her! When she reached the Common Room, Hermione flung herself onto the armchairs and opened one of her books left from yesterday's reading. She tried reading, but all she could see in her mind's eye was the note she had received Nothing useful was going through her eyes, or her head, she wasn't even able to read her textbook. Through her frustration, Hermione's eyes started to drop, they felt increasingly heavy and the more she tried to open them, the more difficult it was to proceed with the task.

Just as Hermione was about to drop off, someone came barging through the doors. It was Ginny, what on earth was she doing here at this hour?

Apparently that was the same thought that ran through Ginny's head as well.

'Hello,' said both uniformly.

'So what brings you down here this early?' asked Hermione, who's speech was impaired by a rather large yawn.

'I was gonna ask you the same thing,' said Ginny, who was gazing at Hermione curiously.

'I asked you first' said Hermione.

'I am in fifth year and if I don't do my homework now, I will probably just chuck it away, then get into trouble and waste even more time with detention, and fall behind and fail all my OWL's, ending up having some pathetic job working with sewage in the Muggle world, get disowned by my parents, and spend the rest of my life wondering why I didn't do my homework in fifth year.' Said Ginny, she ended this impressive speech with a significant look at Hermione, as though daring her to comment.

'Good' said Hermione shortly; she was trying to draw a close to the dangerous conversation.

'What about you? Why are you here?' asked Ginny and for some reason, she started to smile, indeed, the corners of her mouth were twitching.

'Well, I uh… couldn't get back to sleep.' Said Hermione without looking at her friend.

'Yeah right.'

'Really, I couldn't get back to sleep'

'You couldn't get back to sleep, for absolutely no reason, and I am a Slytherin'

'Alright, I was just worried about school, and I was thinking about it last night, and…'

'Just say the truth Hermione' and feeling as though she was trapped, surrendered.

'Alright, I got something yesterday, and it occupied my mind a bit too…'

'What did you get?' interrupted Ginny eagerly.

'A present,' said Hermione, playing with time.

'What was it?' said Ginny, nearly running out of patience.

'It was… a box.'

'What?' said Ginny, her face falling.

What did you expect, a diamond tiara?'

'Uh… something along those lines' said Ginny with a slight giggle.

'It's actually a really nice thing…' said Hermione and she started to lapse and stare off into space. To bring Hermione back to life, Ginny interrupted her thoughts.

'Can I see it?' she asked.

'What?' asked Hermione, somewhat bluntly as she shook her head slightly.

'Can I see your gift please, or whatever you call it?' asked Ginny again.

'Yes, of course, I'll bring it down, just stay here'

'Sure' said Ginny, and off went Hermione to bring her new present, five minutes later Hermione came tumbling down the staircase again, and nearly breaking the fragile little box that she was holding.

'Let me see it.' Said Ginny excitedly, Hermione gave it to her, immediately Ginny lifted up the lid and discovered the note, she read it and her eyes, widened.

'Hermione can youtell me who sent this to you?' Said Ginny, in a rather stupid manner.

'Well...' began Hermione, casting her eyes to the floor, 'I don't know who sent it.'

'You don't?' said Ginny, surprise written all over her face.

'Well, do you know?' Snapped Hermione.

'No, of course not, but you must have some idea' said Ginny.

'No, I don't'

'How did you get it?' asked Ginny abruptly.

'I found it on my bed'

'What was it in, was it wrapped?'

'Yes, It started to hover when I opened it, but then it crashed to the ground.' Hermione explained.

'Oh' said Ginny softly.

'Why?' asked Hermione, Ginny, however, didn't answer her question, rather, she carried on inspecting the delicate box.

'What are you gonna do?' asked Ginny keeping her eyes on the box.

'I don't know.' Said Hermione through despair.

'Well, you better do something about keeping this quiet, it's the sort of thing that'll spread like fire.' Said Ginny…knowingly.

Author's note: so how did you like it? Never mind about that now, here are my thank yous:

Emma Barrows: thank you for your review, I haven't been able to check out your fics yet as I have been busy with school and had hardly any time for this chapter…Sorry.

Alender: I hope you this chapter worthy of the first and hope that you will find what you are looking for, read on.

King Harold: what can I say? Thank you for infinity for editing my chapter, I couldn't have done it without you, you are a star!

Melvianna GC: thank you so much for reviewing I was worried that you had forgotten about me, thank you for taking the pains of reading my chapter and I hope you liked this one, please please please let Bobepob review, I am very anxious to hear him, even if you do have to translate.

Piratingspiderelf: I hope you like reading my chapter and hope you liked this one too, you'll find out why Hermione is acting strangely even if you haven't figured out why yet.

That's about it from me, see you with chapter 3!