Chapter 5:Who Am I?

Hermione had another weird dream that night. In the dream, she checked her watch. 10:59. She frowned. That didn't seem right somehow. All of a sudden, she was in a forest, running. A cloaked figure grabbed her.

He said, "It's okay. I'm here." But who was it? She'd heard that voice many times before, she was sure of it...but she couldn't tell who it was for some reason.

"Who are you?" she asked. But the claoked figure just laughed.

"I don't see what's so funny." The figure slowly stopped laughing, but then he gasped, and looked behind him, as if someone was after him. Then he looked back at her.

"I want to tell you, but...I can't. Just know: I'll always be there for you, even when you think no one cares." He then vanished, and Hermione woke up. Someone was always going to be there for her? Ha ha, she thought. But she knew she'd heard that before. She just couldn't remember where.

She realized the reason she had woken up, was because her throat was very dry. She checked her watch, which read 3:23a.m. She went downstairs where she had left a bottle of water earlier, and she was surprised when she found a note on the couch.

Did I leave my notes down here? I thought I put them in my trunk upstairs. She picked up the note, which said To Hermione on the outside of it. She opened it. It said…

Hermione,

It's me again. Your "secret admirer." I saw you today ( I obviously can't tell you when or where, or you'll know who I am), but wow, you're so beautiful. When I saw you, I wanted to scream, "I love you!" but of course, I didn't. I couln't. Maybe one day, I will be able to say "I love you,Hermione," and you say "I love you too, (my name)," and I'll be able to kiss you even. I really wish I could tell you who I am, but obviously I'm not able to, at least for a long time. Well, until next time, my love.

Who the hell kept writing to her? This note was by the same person that wrote the one that she received her first day here. But who was it?

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Hermione barely slept the night before, and since classes started today, she had to get up right after she woke up.

Down at breakfast, she talked to Ginny, Ron, and Harry about classes.

"It's horrible that we're starting classes today," said Ron. "I'm tired. I didn't get to sleep until one in the morning."

Hermione wasn't really listening, but when she heard that, she looked at him, frowning. "What did you say?" she asked.

"I said that I didn't get to sleep until one in the morning. Why?"

"Oh, umm…no reason. It's just…well…that's around the same time I went to sleep too."

"Oh," said Ron. He looked away, then, Hermione couldn't tell if it was on purpose or not, changed the subject. "So, when do we have…er…potions?"

Was that a hesitation? Thought Hermione. Even if it was, she reminded herself, it probably wasn't significant.

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Hermione was already sick of classes. It was almost time for dinner and she had been in the library. She wanted to go to see if the Fat Lady had a note for her. And if she didn't then she would just have to check the common room and her room. And if there wasn't a note in any of those places, then she would check after dinner, and then the next morning. She finally got to the Fat Lady's portrait after what seemed like an eternity.

"Is there…er…a note for me?"

"Yes," she said, and Hermione was quite shocked, even though she had been hoping greatly that there was a note left for her.

"Did you see who brought it?" asked Hermione, hopefully.

"Well, yes. But he was wearing a cloak, and I couldn't see his face."

"Damn!" Hermione said. She had gotten excited for a moment there. She took the (hidden) note. Wondering if it was her "secret admirer" or the guy who wanted to keep meeting her, she sat on the couch in the common room. Her note said To Hermione on the outside, and on the inside, it said…

Hermione,

Tonight. Same time. The forbidden classroom on the third floor. See you then.

It was time for dinner, she realized, and she put her note on the table. She wasn't going to leave it there for long, just while she went to get something from her dormatory. Nothing would happen to it.

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She came downstairs, expecting to see her note lying on the table, without anything (or anyone) else in the common room, since everyone was probably on their way to dinner. But she found Ginny. Oh shit! Did she see my note?

"Hey Ginny," she said casually.

"Hey," replied Ginny, in a way that told Hermione Ginny had not read her note. She sighed. "What are you doing here? It's dinner time."

"Yeah, I know, I was coming down right now."

"Oh, well, c'mon."

Hermione nodded, but then went the opposite way, so that she could walk in front of the couch. She grabbed her note, and followed Ginny (who didn't notice) out of the common room.

"I need to talk to you," said Ginny. "Ron…and I…noticed you've been acting…er…weird lately, and well, we're just trying to be good friends and…help you out," she finished lamely.

"Thanks, but I'm fine. I'm just a bit stressed about the start of the year. I'll be better in a week at the most," Hermione lied, but sounded convincing. Ginny, however, was not convinced.

"Hermione, it's…different then stress. I don't know you lately. You're just…not you." And she walked ahead, to leave Hermione standing there, pouting.

Who am I? She didn't even know anymore.

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At 11:00 p.m., Hermione was at the forbidden classroom on the second floor. At 11:01, the cloaked figure showed. They silently sat down and (though Hermione couldn't see his face) looked at each other.

"Well I guess I'll start by telling you about myself…but without revealing who I am. Like I said before, you only think you know me, so you probably won't be able to tell that we are the same person." He chuckled.

"Okay," said Hermione. "I'm listening."

"Well…my dad died during the summer, murdered by Vold- umm Vol- uh well you know, and anyway, my mom is always really depressed. If I do one small thing wrong…I get beat. I'm pretty good in school, and surprisingly my favorite subject is…Transfiguration. Well, I found out today that my mom…uh, she died. Oh, and I'm a pureblood."

Hermione felt sorry for him. "Wow," she said, and paused before continuing. "Well, I don't know how much you already know about me, but I'll just tell you the basics. I feel like I should trust you, and I hope I'm right. Okay, so I'm get good marks in classes-"

"The best. Go on."

"Thanks. Anyway, good marks…umm…I always feel ugly…and alone. I found out that…intelligence in class isn't everything. My parents are alive, but I'm not close to them. They don't really…know me, you know 'cause they're not like me. I'm sure you already knew I'm muggle-born. Uh…my friends are great-well they're okay…I mean, well I always feel…apart from them, like they don't really know me."

"Well for one thing, you're beautiful…I'm serious. And from now on, you won't be or feel alone…because I'm here. People think I dislike muggle-borns, but it's not true. I actually think muggle-borns are less snobby, and that's a good thing."

"Wow." That was all Hermione could say.

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Over the next month or so, Hermione had many meetings with the cloaked figure. She trusted him so much, and told him everything. All her fears, and joys, and everything else. It was almost too good to be true. Something this good, happening to her?

He told her just about everything about himself, too. But somehow, even with knowing all those things, she still couldn't figure out who he was. Maybe it was better not knowing…but she was just so curious.

By the weekend of Halloween, she decided she had fallen in love with him…whoever he was. Before meeting him, she didn't know who she, herself, was…now she knew.

When she thought about how she loved him, she always thought about Ron. She loved him too.

The night before Halloween, Hermione had a weird dream…

She was in the forest, and she was with Ron and Harry. She fell, and they stopped.

"Hermione, please get up!" Ron pleaded with her. But who were they running from? It didn't seem like anyone was chasing them. Ron kept pleading for her to get up. She wanted to, but it was lik she was stuck on the ground. How weird. Harry muttered something about how it was him who was more important, and he ran ahead. Well, he obviously didn't care. Ginny was already safe. Now how did she know that? "Hermione, won't you please get up?!" Hermione looked at Ron. There were tears in his eyes. "I don't want to leave you…but I think I have to."

Hermione finally found her voice. "But Ron, I love you. Please don't leave me."

Ron said, "I told you, I'll always be here for you, even when you think no one cares. I love you too."

Hermione smiled, and closed her eyes for just a second, but when she opened them, Ron was gone. Tears started to stream down her face. She blinked and Draco Malfoy stood where Ron was just a second earlier.

"Don't cry," he said. "I mean, just because Ron doesn't care about you." Hermione thought that this was his cue to smirk, but he didn't. Instead, he looked at her with concerned eyes. "Like I said before, I'll always be here for you, even when you think no one cares."

Hermione woke up shaking. No one's here for me, she absent-mindedly thought before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

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A/N: I'm finished!!! The only problem now is putting it all up. Lol. But I think you guyz will love it, and the ending! When you read my chapters, please review, even if it just a little "It was good" because I'm pretty disappointed with only 10 reviews. Anyway, only 5 chapters and an epilogue to go…hope you'll love it!!!!!!!