Chapter 2
The second poem came the next day.
This time, Ron and Hermione read the poem over Harry's shoulder. With the forkful of eggs that was halfway to his mouth forgotten, Harry read the poem quietly out loud.
Hogwarts
I almost didn't come to Hogwarts
They thought it wouldn't be "suitable"
For my "abilities"
That's a nice way of saying that I'm a freak
But Dumbledore said that we could make it happen
He believed in me
So now that everything's set up
Here I am
And I'm glad
Because now I can be with you
The Boy-Who-Lived
And not feel
Like I'm the only one
Being stared at
Thanks!
"You've got a secret admirer, mate!" Ron said in disbelief as he peered over Harry's shoulder at the single rose that had been laid on top of the poem.
"So...she likes me because everybody's staring at me and not at her? But why would she be stared at? And why did she call herself a freak?" Harry mused.
"I can think of a few girls here who are freaks." Ron muttered darkly, looking murderously over at Pansy Parkinson over at the Slytherin table. A loud tut from Hermione captured the boys' attention.
"What was that for?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Don't you see? Your secret admirer is so obvious! You two are so thick!" Hermione burst out in exasperation.
"So, are you going to tell us who it is?" Ron asked eagerly. Hermione shook her head. A grin spread across her face.
"Nope. I'm going to see how long it takes you two trolls to figure it out." And then she picked up her books and retreated to the library in true Hermione fashion.
And a few seats away, a certain girl looked up and smiled.
A/N: I know, it was really short, but the plot will get going soon. I promise. I've been holding off on posting this chapter because I've gotten ONE review. Geez, you'd think with Harry Potter being so popular, more people would review the fics! Review, even if its only one word!