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(I hope I haven't made them too OOC)

She approached the door very, very cautiously.

Was it Harry? No, it couldn't be Harry, he would be busy.

Was it Ron? No, it DEFINITELY couldn't be Ron; he would never come all the way to see her.

Was it...(Hermione dared herself to think) Malfoy?

Instantly, Hermione slapped herself. No, it couldn't be Malfoy-why was she considering that possibility anyway? She had been thinking very strangely. Trying to think logically, she attributed it to the stress of having to adapt to a new environment at work.

Still, the door had to be opened.

Slowly, silently, she opened it. To her relief, it wasn't Malfoy, but a squat little wizard with a dark black moustache. "Miss Granger!" he chirped, clearly delighted. "You can't believe how embarrased I was, knocking on every door to find you!"

"Um...so what do you have to tell me?"

"Well, you have a Valentine!" he said quite honestly.

"It's July!"

"Never mind, you still have a Valentine. And now I shall sing it-"

Hermione gasped. "NO!" she screamed at the little wizard, who was shocked at the sudden outburst. "I mean, I'm not in the mood now. Could you like...give it to me?"

The little wizard thought for a moment, before saying: "Well, Miss Granger, I work as a Valentine Delivery-Wizard. I have to deliver them. However, in this situation," he thought again for a moment, furrowing his brows, "Yes, you can have the Valentine. The giver specially requested that I do whatever you say, ma'am."

"Err...good!" said Hermione, who was now looking very flustered, not to mention very red. The little wizard left, happy that he had done at least half of his job, and Hermione slumped into her chair. She started reading the Valentine.

Roses are red,

And violets are blue

But only when you guess my name

Will I reveal myself to you

It was a pretty one with a frilly lace border, and Hermione decided that she wanted to see what the real Valentine had to say. Work was already out of her mind by now.

"Ron?"

Roses are red,

And violets are blue

You have guessed wrong

So I will not reveal it to you

Hermione decided this was much more interesting than work. "Harry?"

The same message stayed.

"Neville?" She said this with a little laugh; she knew that Neville would never send a Valentine.

"Seamus?"

Roses are red,

And violets are blue

You've guessed four times

Do you want a clue?

"Yes," said Hermione clearly and loudly.

The man who has sent this

Is now in his office

He likes you, dear witch,

And he can play Quidditch

"Viktor?" Hermione said, full of delight. She had missed him since they broke up in fifth year due to an argument over Harry's sanity.

Bulgarians are clever

And they've got the looks

But he doesn't fancy

A woman with books

"Oh." Hermione said in a small, disappointed voice. Logic, she thought, LOGIC!

She made a list of all the Quidditch players who knew her and started reading all their names out.

Half an hour of "Cormac Mclaggen" and "Oliver Wood" later, she was finally starting to get annoyed. Then she decided to read the last two on her list.

"Marcus Flint?" she said, dreading the worst.

This Marcus in question

Is not the sender of this

Think of the last man

Keep guessing, please!

The last name on her list, written in cursive, was draco malfoy.

Hermione gasped. Why hadn't she thought of that obnoxious Slytherin? He would be in his office(probably snogging another witch) and he could play Quidditch!

Was it him? Hermione held her breath and said: "Draco Malfoy?"