Yes! Thank you everyone who has reviewed. I have made it to a hundred reviews. This is so exciting. Now as soon as I post this I am going to go write more on the story so it will be done by friday just for all of you. Thank you readers so much because this story wouldn't be half as great as it is without you! Hope you enjoy this chapter! -Ace

siriusndharryluvrr: Thank you for reading. I promise to post a list at the end of the story of the quotes I made up because I have to take credit from them somewhere and I thought it would be funny to have Ron quote me. lol anyways i'll try my best cover your wishes but we shall see what my brain comes up with.

Chapter16: A riddle of a quote

Hermione left Ron's dorm pink and warm. She had been so nervous to give him that simple valentine. And it had been a simple "as a friend" card. Why was it so hard? Just a few hours ago they had been talking and laughing like friends. Now she was as nervous as she had been when she sat in front of the whole school on the first day of first year feast with the Sorting Hat upon her head.

Alright so she did have this huge crush on him and possible might love him but they had exchanged valentines every year since they met. Sure the first ones were simple and childish like "Hocus pocus you are now my valentine". But last years had been a more heartfelt. They had agreed in fifth year that since they didn't have a valentine that they would be valentines by default. It had been that way ever since and she hoped it would always be the way even if they did find real valentines. But who knew what next year might bring? They might not even be speaking by then. This thought made Hermione's heart lurch. She didn't even want to think something like that could be possible. They were best friends. They had to stay together.

Hermione made her way down the boys stairs and out of the common room while she thought. Her walk to the library was one she didn't even remember taking. One minute she was outside of Gryffindor tower and the next she stood in front of the giant doors that led to the world of facts and figures.

It took Hermione all of five minutes in the library to find the books she would need. After spending so many hours over the past seven years she had come to know the whereabouts of books almost better then Madam Pince. She signed them out and headed for the great hall.

She walked into a not completely full great hall. She looked down the Gryffindor house table and saw her spot open next to Ron. She smiled and made her way down the aisle. She put the books on the bench between her and Ron and noticed the piece of parchment right away.

She looked at it some what shocked. "He didn't hide it this time." She stated as she picked it up. She caught Harry and Ginny's attention while Ron continued to push around the food he had put on his plate.

"Maybe he's getting more daring. You know getting ready to reveal himself." Harry suggested as Ron decided to try a bite of his potatoes.

Hermione gave Harry a hopeful look. "Do you think so?" She asked extremely curious.

"I do." Harry replied and motioned to the folded paper. "Open it."

Hermione did just as he asked and unfolded the parchment in her lap. First off she noticed this note was longer then the others and included more then just a quote.

Hermione,

"Love is the answer to the riddle of life."-Anonymous

You wonder, you ponder, you question
Wanting to know who it could be.
To find the last edition
see what Crookshank sees.


Your secret admirer

Hermione stared at the note. This one was different then the others. This one included what seemed to be a riddle.

"What's it say?" Harry asked curious. "That is if you want to share with us."

Hermione looked up at Harry. Next to her she felt Ron's eyes on her. She looked down at the page again.

"It's different then the others." She said pulling the note up. She read it out loud.

"Hmmm... sounds like a riddle. Maybe it's leading you to where the answer is." Harry suggested glancing nonchalantly over at Ron.

"Maybe your right." She mumbled as she read over the four line poem again.

"Hmmmm... what does this mean?" she wondered, forgetting all about her dinner.