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Like Ron had suspected, Hermione knew exactly what her "secret admirer" was telling her. She and Ginny had swooned about it for hours, even getting in trouble from the professors. They observed the handwriting, paid attention to the guys in class, but they couldn't discover anything.

Hermione found it rather odd that some one would tell her that they love her. Honestly, who would love a bookworm with plain brown hair and a plain face? Not to mention a stubborn know-it-all. What did this person see in her?

And of course there's the fact that Ron had barely said anything all of that day. He didn't even pick a fight with her at breakfast, as he usually did. He didn't beg to copy her homework, and barely mumbled three words about how hungry he was. Suppose…no, that couldn't be true. The last thing she would expect was that Ronald Weasley sent her a very well constructed message. It was probably some desperate Ravenclaw or something.

Hermione picked the note up once again. She reread its contents twice over and placed it very carefully on her bedside table next to the pink and red roses. She admired her sender's intelligence. Surely, this could be her dream man. Clever obviously, shy, romantic? Hermione imagined her wooer's looks. Tall handsome, possibly red hair and freckles? Oh, for the love of Merlin.

She stood up, straightened up a little bit, and headed out the door to the library to look for a good book to read until lunch was over.

Hermione ran her fingers along the smooth, leather spines. There weren't many books that she hadn't read yet, so she had some difficulty finding a new one. She glanced on the clock on the wall. 1:30. She had half an hour left. She grabbed a book at random, sat at one of the lonely wooden tables and settled down to read.

Not long after she heard footsteps approaching her. She glanced up from her book and saw the one and only Ron Weasley. She was rather surprised to see him here, in the library of all places. She didn't even know he knew where the library was. No matter. Hermione looked back down at her book and resumed her reading.

"Hi, Ron," she greeted him as he pulled up a chair next to her.

"Hey, 'Mione," Ron replied. "D' you have any idea who that note came from?"

"No," Hermione said without glancing up again. "I thought it might be some unfortunate Ravenclaw. I don't suppose you know?"

Well of course he knew who it was. After all, he had sent it. But she couldn't know that. Not yet.

"No, I have no idea."

They remained silent for a few minutes. Hermione could feel Ron's eyes upon her, and she did her best to shake it off. It wasn't working, obviously. It was making her extremely uncomfortable. She finally slammed her book down the table, giving her quite a few jumps and stares.

"What else do you want, Ronald?" Se snapped. "Did you really come here just to ask me who sent what I received today? Or did you want to copy my homework as well? Tell me, Ron! What do you want?"

After she finished her quite unnecessary tirade, Ron looked at her with as sense of shock and sadness. Hermione automatically regretted it. After all, she really had no reason to bite his head off. It wasn't his fault.

"I just wanted to ask you your feelings, Hermione. Did you like it? Hate it? I just wanted to know. I am your best friend, after all. I'm sorry if I disturbed you, 'mione."

As Ron turned to leave, Hermione stopped him.

"Ron, wait." He automatically turned around. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. Just stressed a bit, I s'pose. You want to know how I felt when I received it?" Ron nodded. "I was shocked because why would a boy send me a note? Me, of all people, and telling me that he loves me of all things? Perhaps it's a sick joke, I don't know. But even if it was a sick joke, it was the most romantic thing in the world. I loved it. It made me feel good inside, that someone actually does care about me."

"We all care about you, Hermione," Ron said. "Me, Harry, Ginny. There are tons of people who love you. You don't need some note to tell you that."

Hermione smiled. "Thanks, Ron. You really are my best friend."

"Any time, 'mione. I'll see you in class."

Hermione watched him leave. Ron grinned as he left the library and headed for class. He had made her happy, for possibly the first time ever. He loved that feeling, and so he would send her another one. Ron already had a plan, and it was bloody brilliant.