Thanks for all the reviews. It was overwhelming to look today and see 11 mails in my inbox, ten of them about this story. If you enjoy this you may enjoy my other stories…

Also to clear up a little confusion I wasn't exactly sure what one shot meant. Basically I meant that this will be a short story, about 5000 words long. Compared to my main story the veil of darkness, people often wonder what my definition of short is you see… anyway I will add another chapter tomorrow hopefully if I don't have work.

"I don't know why you say only two. The only other person who has two cards before the main lot have even been given out is that Slytherin girl who doesn't wear enough clothes." Ginny said hotly as she glanced over towards a girl who was surrounded by boys, most of them with their mouths open, and none of them meeting her eyes.

"Who's yours from Ron?" Hermione asked with a little relief as she realised Harry hadn't got a card from the girl that he liked.

"Oh no one great." Ron said as he blushed. "Just from that annoying girl in the year below me…you know the one, who smells me when I walk past."

Everyone shuddered as they remembered Ron's slightly creepy amateur stalker. Hermione fidgeted with the card under the table for a few minutes deciding when she should give it to him. She didn't want to give it when Ron was around because he would make his usual smart ass comments and hit bang on the nail about the extent of Hermione's feelings.

Harry sat watching her curiously as she seemed distracted from the conversation which had turned back to homework, something she usually loved to join in with.

"Are you all right Hermione?" Harry asked as Ron spotted the girl that he liked and ran off to give her his card.

"What?" She asked as she looked up distractedly.

"I asked if you are alright." Harry said as he began to wonder. Perhaps to much homework had finally cracked her. "Do you want a glass of water or anything?"

"I want your babies!" She thought loudly in her mind, before she mentally punched herself and tried to seem as normal as possible.

"You know me Harry. I just don't like Valentines Day particularly. Its one of those lovely days in which we are reminded just how shallow boys are." Harry looked slightly offended as she said this, and she immediately regretted it. The remainder of Breakfast past in much the same manner, when the mass of anonymous cards had been handed out Harry had nine cards all to himself, not including the one Hermione still held in her hands under the table. Ron and Ginny both had a couple each whilst Hermione sat at the table leaving as far forward as possible, so that it looked like some of Harry's cards were actually hers, and wouldn't reveal just how much of a loner she was.

Harry had even gotten a box of chocolates from one girl who seemed to immediately capture his heart. When he got the watch he seemed impressed, though nothing more. He said about how it was nice, and he put it on, but Hermione knew deep down inside that he preferred the chocolates. Her mother had often said the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, and whilst she could see that was true for Ron, she hadn't thought it was true for Harry also. Now she thought maybe she was wrong.

The school bell rang and the students began to gather up their bags and cards and make their way to first lesson. They wouldn't be going to lessons, but rather Hogsmeade, though they would leave now anyway. Hermione cursed to herself as before she could regret it she quickly said

"Harry, here I got this for you."

She held it at arms length as though it were a howler about to explode in her arms. She dared not look at Harry's face for she didn't want to see the look of disgust on them. He didn't say anything at first, but lowered the bag off his shoulder and put it back on the bench. He them reached out and took the latter from her hands. It was in a red envelope and she had sprayed it with perfume. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now she hoped he couldn't smell it. Still she probably shouldn't have worried. Girls don't spend fifty pounds on a bottle of perfume with the delusion that a boy will notice.

"Oh ok." He said as he opened the envelope. It was the kind of classic envelope where you have to lick the edge to make it stick. Hermione stood thinking about how it was like indirectly kissing his fingers. Wonderfully nimble fingers for catching the snitch and…Bad Hermione! She scolded herself. He stared at the front of the card for a minute. It was rather plain and it didn't have any naughty jokes on it so he was probably only staring out of politeness, rather like when a grandparent sends a card with money in.

He opened it up and the pop up picture of her Harry and Ron on the Hogwarts ground popped up. She had drawn Ron as far away from them as feasibly possible without making it obviously so. She had also made it so Harry hand was near hers in the picture, so that if it were to come to life they could hold hands just by reaching across a tiny bit.

"Wow…Thanks Hermione." Harry said in an awkward manner. A moment of silence fell between them before Hermione interjected.

"It was just meant as a friend thing. Its just I haven't done the whole giving a card thing ever before and I wanted to send one, and I though that if I gave you one you would understand, without taking it as an invitation to sex." Harry hastily nodded to show that was exactly what he thought it was, a friendship thing.

"Well it's still nice that you went to the effort for me. Still I'm afraid I didn't get you a card." He said as he sheepishly ran a hand through his dark locks of hair.

"Don't be silly Harry." Hermione said with a smile. She was slightly disappointed that he hadn't even gotten a card for her. "I know you care anyway." She lied. Harry beamed back at her with his irresistible smile which made it hard to be angry at him.

"You're the best friend I could ask for." He said as he gave her a pat on the back which made it hard to hold back the tears. She didn't know what to expect from him, but the way he said friend felt like a knife stabbing into her heart. As though the lack of love that he showed her was a betrayal to her heart. As though she had been cheated on by her own best friend, by the one she loved, who never had, and never would love her back.