Harry woke up to Ron's face only a few inches from his own. That made it two days in a row Ron was in his face right when he woke up, if Harry was honest with himself it was getting old even if it was only twice.

"Good morning, Ron." Harry spoke, yawning quietly as his eyes adjusted to being open. "If you missed me that much while I was sleeping Ron, you might as well just sleep in the bed with me." Harry snickered to himself as he pulled his Gryffindor red covers over him. Mentally groaning to himself that the morning was already there, which meant he had to get up.

"Harry, Hermione has been looking for you. She says it urgent." Spoke his red headed best friend. "Although she won't tell me what its about." Harry pulled the cover down enough to see his Ginger best friends face was almost the same color as his hair. Ron noticed the movement and added quickly, "Trust me mate, that's the last thing I want to do."

"Well, Ron. If you don't mind will you please tell her I will be down to meet her as soon as I am dressed and ready." Harry ignored the comment, wanting nothing more than to be alone to get up and get ready for the day. He didn't need his nosy best friend to see all the notes and get suspicious. The darker haired boy hoisted himself out of his bed. He never understood why they always needed him right as he woke up, but yet they always did. Ron nodded his head in agreement as he left the room to pass the message along.

As Ron left The raven haired boy quickly changed out of his night clothes and into his school robes, brushed his teeth, and his hair, although he failed at the last one. Once ready he quickly grabbed all the letters that had been written to him, careful not to forget the newest one or the list of who it might be. Quickly running down the steps of the boys dormitories, in search of Hermione in the common room.

Harry quickly found his fuzzy haired best friend, sending her one of his show stopping smiles, letting her know his appreciation for helping him out. Hermione was quick to smile back, before ushering him out of their red and gold common room.

"You wanted my help with something?" She asked as they walked out of the fat lady's portrait. Harry nodded his head, to distracted to speak, so Hermione continued. "We need to go somewhere private, where no one can find us because I'm fairly certain you don't want this secret admirer business out for everyone to know about."

Harry nodded his head appreciatively, he wanted privacy at least for a little longer. It was a little fun for the most part for it to be unknown to anyone. Only the admirer, Harry, and Hermione knew, he liked that. The two best friends walked together to the rom of requirements, the same room they used for Dumbledore's Army, which was suppose to start in the next few weeks, but being as they needed it for other reasons it changed for their current needs. Walking in they realized instead of of the big room they intended for Dumbledore's Army, it was now roughly the size of their common room up in Gryffindor Tower. There was a fireplace off to one wall, surrounded by a couch, tables and chairs, making the room warm, comfortable, and welcoming. The two friends sat quietly, quickly getting to work attempting to uncover who it is sending Harry all of the secret admirer letters. The raven haired boy quickly laid out all the letters in order of the first to the most recent.

Hermione looked at him while picking up the first letter. "Hary do you know all all who this might possibly be?" She asked him, before turning to the letter and skimming through it. She'd already read the first letter, but Hermione was being thorough, making sure she read them all in order, and got any underlying hints their might be.

Harry quickly stood up, pulling the list of nine slytherin 5th years out of one of his many robe pockets. He looked at it briefly before handing it over to Hermione who quickly grabbed it and unfolded it. With one letter in her right hand and the list in her left hand she inspected everything about the letter, rom the length and what it said to the way the letters curled and looped into one another.

"This looks very similar to Pansy Parkinsons handwriting, Harry." Hermione spoke slowly turning to her best friend of five years, trying to figure out why Pansy Parkinson would be writing love letters to Harry, claiming to be in love with him. "Are you sure this isn't some joke, Harry. I know you want it to be true, and so do I, I just want want you to get hurt. You are one of my best friends. The last thing I want is for you to get led on and not to sound rude, but if its a Slytherin they might just be in this to hurt you." hermione said sadly, not wanting to hurt her best friends feelings. All she was doing was looking out for him, she wanted what's best for him after all.

Her best friend smiled at her, letting her know he understood where she was coming from, easing her worries. "Whoever this is," Harry spoke, "I don't really think they are joking with me, or just trying to hurt me. The way they talk, Parkinson, Zabini, hell it could even be Malfoy, whoever it is, is being too sincere to be joking. They are putting to much effort into it, and time, for them to be lying. They seem to genuinely want my attention." Harry smiled softly at the last of his words.

"I know you think that Harry," Hermione said, noting her friends smile, "I just don't want to see you get hurt, be careful please." Hermione put her hand on Harry's knee, getting his attention. He nodded, smiling happily. She hopped for his sake that whoever this was had good intentions, and it worked out for the two of them. Harry was genuinely Happy for once, it was a rare sight to see, and she liked it.

Harry smiled his biggest brightest smile at his best friend. They had been through so much together, this was a walk through the park so to speak. "I'll be careful, 'Mione, don't worry so much" He laughed, easing the building tension in the room. "I do want to know who this is, or how to find out for sure who it is; any ideas?" He asked looking hopefully towards hermione. She was the smartest itch he knew, if anyone could figure it out it would be her.

"Well Harry," she spoke, "you could always write Parkinson and ask her her favorite color? Harry, how come you haven't gotten a letter this morning? You get quite a few a day, but it's already after breakfast and you haven't gotten a single one." Hermione laughed as the boy scrambled to get the note.

Harry opened the note slowly, breaking the wax seal that always sealed the letters. Looking at the smooth letters, he began to read.

Harry Potter,

Of course I'm concerned about you, I care about you silly. How about a hint, we don't get along. Now sure, I know how that sounds, that's you with most of the Slytherins, but who of those have you actually talked to and not gotten along with. That should narrow it down some, but not nearly enough to figure out who I am. Harry, I will happily go on a date with you, if you'll have me once you figure out who I am, of course. For the record, I want to make you feel special, because to me you are special. At least to me you are. You'll figure out who I am soon enough, Harry darling, do not worry.

Sincerely

Your Secret Admirer

Harry smiled ear to ear as he read the letter, he thought it was supper cute and sappy.

Hermione cleared her throat gently to get her friends attention. "After that letter," she grabbed it and scanned it over yet again, before looking at the list in her left hand, "it leaves you with Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Draco Malfoy." She crossed the other names off as she went along. Narrowing the list down from nine to five, she smiled at the newly found information.

Harry nodded happily, "five is better than nine," He spoke. Still not necessary liking the odds - Still five people to rule out and narrow down. "I think I'm going to do what you suggested, 'Mione, and write to Parkinson." Harry said,silently hoping it wasn't her. Hermione just nodded in agreement, getting the parchment and quill out.

Pansy Parkinson,

I know we don't talk, but I have a class project to do and I need a few of people's favorite colors, please share yours.

Signed,

Harry Potter

It sounded fake, like a lie, even to him, but it might just be his imagination, and paranoia at play. Pansy Parkinson might not even notice anything weird, they had no classes together, she shouldn't know. Harry shook his head, clearing it of all negative thoughts before starting on another letter.

Secret Admirer,

Your hint breaks my list down from nine to five, such a big difference you know, although it doesn't help all to much. It leaves me with, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Draco Malfoy. I am currently liking my odds, the five on the aren't to awfully bad, we may not get along, but I don't particularly dislike any of you. If you want to tell me before I find out, feel free, just owl me a time and place. Well, whoever you are, I look forward to my promised date, hopefully its soon. Thank you for everything I too hope to make you feel special too. I may not know exactly who you are, but your growing on me.

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

Harry looked the letter over once more, making sure to correct any errors, dot all the I's and cross the t's, before turning to Hermione. "What do we do now," Harry asked as he folded up the letter, sealed it and handed bother letters over to Hedwig, who previously sat perched happily in the corner of the room.

Hermione smiled as the two friends watched the letters be carried out of the high window in the room by the big white snowy owl. "Now she wait," she spoke happily. She turned towards Harry and smiled once more. "It shouldn't take long."

Hi guys, I'm sorry it took so long to post this chapter, I was having major writers block. It took over a week to get it exactly how I like, and It's still not completely perfect, I'll try to update chapter 5 a lot faster, so if you have any ideas, or questions feel free to comment or message me.

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