Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me along with the characters. Only the plot is mine.
It had been a long night for Hermione. She had spent half the night poring over the letters she had gotten from her secret admirer trying to figure out what to do. In the end she had just given up and gone to bed. However, she had still tossed and turned all night long. Her sleepless night was evident on her face as she sat down at breakfast the next morning. "Are you okay?" She just shook her head.
"I think I'm going to go lay down," she said grabbing some toast. She didn't notice the worried glances cast in her direction.
Hermione had seriously been about to lie down and try to get some sleep until she spotted another large package on her bed. At least it looked like a gift. She didn't think she could deal with another letter right now. However, she immediately felt better upon seeing the package sitting on her bed. It was beautifully wrapped in Gryffindor colors and attached was a single piece of parchment.
I noticed that you looked down this morning and thought these nine gifts might cheer you up since I know you have been searching endlessly for them. Remember that I have said when you find something that you have been looking for your face lights up. Please know that each gift was given in free will and with love for its next owner. I hope to see a smile on your face at lunch. Until then My Love…
Hermione eagerly opened the box and gasped at its contents. Her mysterious person had been right. She had been looking everywhere for these items. "Where ever did he find them?" She thought as she began to go through the box.
Her box contained:
The first feather she had bestowed with the gift of flight.
The mirror that had saved her life in second year.
The piece of parchment that had held all the answers for Harry and Ron so that they could get into the Chamber of Secret.
A very realistic, detailed drawing of her hitting Malfoy in her third year. (Hermione smiled. Hitting him had felt so good. )
A picture of her and Victor dancing at the Yule Ball.
A glass ball that reminded her of the one that she had risked her life for in her fifth year.
The potions book that she had ordered Harry to get rid of in sixth year. (It felt good knowing that she now had it in her possession.)
A miniature tent that looked like the one that her, Harry, and Ron had stayed in during their hunt for the horocruxes.
Last, but not least, a photo of her, Harry, and Ron taken after the war. (She smiled wistfully as she traced the smile on Harry's face that she thought she'd never see again. It was back!)
Still smiling she replaced all of the items back into the box, with the exception of the photo. Placing the box under her bed she climbed into it, tucked the photo next to her heart, and finally fell asleep.
Her secret admirer was pleased to see a smile on her face at lunch and one that continued for the rest of the day no matter what anyone said or did.
During her nap, Hermione had finally figured out who was sending her the letters and the presents, but she would let him come to her. (She figures the person is doing it for a good reason.) (AN: Who says sleep can't help you figure out your problems?)