Well I was feeling in a good mood tonight and since I have been gone for five days and the last chapter was short you get two updates tonight so all you enjoy and I hope for lots of reviews. If I don't get any then it will be even longer until the next update. Yeah I know I'm a review junkie but if it makes me write better and faster wouldn't you all want me to have more reviews? lol1 Enjoy this chapter! Ace

Chapter 6: A piece of dirty parchment

Hermione walked into the greenhouse and planted her book bag in the pile with the rest. She walked over to the long table covered in pots of Granffer and fertilizer. She sat down on the stool next to Ron and looked over at him. She was still thinking about the admirer note.

"Who do you think it could be?" She asked, curious to know what he would say. She didn't care what Ginny or Harry thought but for some strange reason she wanted to know who Ron might pick for her.

Ron stared at her for a moment. "What should I say? I don't want her with anyone but me." He thought anxiously. Finally he took a depth breath and told her as close to the truth as he could. "I don't know Hermione."

"Funny. Neither do I and you always tell me that I know everything. Guess you're wrong this time." She said with a chuckle. Ron gave her a small smile.

At that moment Harry came over and sat down across from him. Professor Sprout took the floor and told them what they would be doing today.

"Today we will be replanting Granffers and adding new fertilizer mix. Your gloves are not necessary but if you feel that you need to use them, then you may. There is lots of fertilizer in the many pots. Take your Granffers and grab the next size pot and go for it." Professor Sprout said as she demonstrated quickly. "When you have replanting your Graffner, please sprinkle your Puspot plant with fly juice and water your choice herb. Any questions?" When no one raised a hand, she continued. "Alright then, get started."

With that the class went to work. Each student took their pot of Granffer and a larger pot and went to work. Hermione reached her hand into the pot of fertilizer mix and filled up her new larger pot. Ron worked next to her and Harry across from them both. Ron stuck his hand into the giant pot of fertilizer mix and bumped against Hermione's hand.

"Sorry," he murmured looking up at her. She smiled at him.

"It's okay Ron. It was nothing." She said putting the handful of dirt mix into her pot. For some strange reason, when they had bumped hands, Hermione felt a warm feeling go up her arm. She thought it strange but knew it was probably because it was valentine's day and she had dreamed it up, hoping that her dream was somewhat coming true.

Ron nodded and returned to his pot as Hermione started to take dirt out of the pot her plant was in and transport it to the new one. Suddenly, she came across something white in the midst of the dirt.

"What's that?" she wondered out loud, catching Harry attention. He watched as she pulled a piece of parchment out of the dirt. It was folded and had her name on it.

"It's another love note." Harry said with a smile. "Go on and read it. We want to know what it says." Harry leaned over attentively but Ron stood up and walked over to where the Puspot plants were stored and began to spray it with the bottle of fly juice.

Hermione opened the small piece of dirty parchment and read to herself.

Hermione,

"What do you want of me?
I contain all that was, and that is, and shall be,
I am filled with the all.
Take of me all you please-
if you want all of myself, I'll not say no.
Tell me, beloved, what you want of me..."
Marguerita Porese; France ?-1310

Your secret admirer

"Well come on, read it out loud." Harry pushed. He was curious to know who it was. The only person he knew of that like Hermione was Ron but Ron would never do anything like this. He didn't like valentine's day and he definitely wasn't a romantic like this admirer was. He was as clueless as Hermione was as to who it would be.

She read it out loud for Harry. He listened then commented, "Well I know what you want of him. To know who it is. You best tell him that's what you want." Hermione gave him a stern look.

"Yeah that would work if I knew who it was. Come on Harry. You're not thinking straight through all this sweet smelling Valentine's romance. If I knew who it was I wouldn't be sitting here pondering it." She replied strongly. Harry stared at her. Over the years she had become a very out spoken women unlike the little Miss Know-it-all that had first shown her face at Hogwarts.

At this reply Harry looked at her with an apologetic face. "You're right. Sorry, I guess I'm really not thinking clearly but I think it might be the fertilizer instead of Valentine's day." He stood up and went to join Ron at the shelves of Puspot plants.

Hermione was still puzzled as she folded up the note and put in with the other one in her robe pocket. She didn't know who it could be. She didn't know anyone who knew her so well and yet was so romantic. That's what made it a real mystery.