A/N: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. (This story is really long enough to stand on its own, I just never posted it here because I'm not sure what to think of it.)

Title: Secret Admirer

Warnings: None

Summary: A Harry Potter crossover, in which Arthur keeps receiving strange notes from a secret admirer.

It started on a random Wednesday evening. It wasn't my birthday, or Valentine's Day, or any other day that might compel one to send a note. No, it was simply a random weekday when I returned to my dorm room and found a white piece of parchment rolled up and tied with a red ribbon on my bed. I ran a hand through my hair, exhausted, and picked up the note.

"Ivan, did you leave something on my bed?" I asked as I took off my robe and undid my tie. "There's a strange note here."

Ivan, another Slytherin who shared the room with me, looked up from a book he was indulging himself in.

"Ah no, it was not me. It was there when I entered."

"Oh...," I responded rather confused. I changed into my pajamas and got into bed.

"Are you going to read it?" Ivan piqued up again, and I looked from him back to the note.

"I suppose so, yes. I just wonder whom it's from."

"Well read it and find out."

So I did. I unfurled the letter and scanned it over.

I'm not really good at these things but... I'm gonna try and say it anyway, ok? Here we go:

Do you know how cute you are? With those bright green eyes and little red nose. Gosh, you look like Rudolph when you get cold! I've seen you out in the stands at the quidditch games. You never look at me though... and I wish you did. I've definitely got my eyes on you all the time.

-A secret admirer

My cheeks flushed up, and I think Ivan noticed as I scrambled to hide the note away in the pages of one of my potions books.

"Who's if from?" Ivan asked suspiciously, and I just pulled my covers over my head to hide my burning face.

"No one. Goodnight Ivan."

He didn't question me further. That is, until the next note showed up.

I was already staring at him as I made my way to the Great Hall and to my seat at the Gryffindor table. I walked pretty quickly to take my usual place where there was a perfect view of the left end of the Slytherin table, and more importantly, Arthur Kirkland. Yes, the handsome, smart, and very much cranky, Arthur Kirkland. I sighed as I took my seat eyeing the blonde, whose eyes were never on me.

"Alfred. Allllfred. Helloooooo?"

I shook my head and found my brother Mattie waving a hand in front of my face. He smiled when he caught my attention.

"I was wondering if there was anyone in there," he grinned playfully as he rapped his knuckles across my forehead. I laughed, but gently shook him off.

"Knock it off, Matt."

My brother did as told and took a seat across from me. When he stopped for a moment to adjust his yellow and black scarf, I'd already gone back to being mesmerized by Arthur.

"What are you looking at?" I didn't notice as my brother frowned and followed my gaze. He caught sight of who I was staring at, and looked back with a sly smile. I realized this and tried to shake my head out of my reverie, but I doubt Mattie bought it, considering I could feel the heat in my cheeks.

"Arthur Kirkland?" he asked surprised and arched an eyebrow. "Wow, I mean I know you're the Gryffindor seeker and you think you can have anyone you want, but really? Arthur is that last person I would've thought you would have a crush on."

"Matt! Shut up!" I hissed and kicked him under the table. I tried to ignore as my face flared up. "There are other people here!"

That part was true. The self proclaimed Gilbert 'Awesome' Beilschmidt had already taken a seat next to my brother, though he seemed to be having his own conversation with a few others beside him. Matt rolled his eyes, and kept talking despite my pleas.

"Look Al, calm down. I honestly don't think anyone will care if you have a crush on a guy... who happens to be a Slytherin."

"Matt!"

"Alright! Alright! Chill," Matt said as he looked back at the table surrounded by green and silver. He turned back to me. "I just think that you should tell him if you like him, ok? Don't try and keep this a secret because you're afraid of what he might think. If you do that, you'll never find out his feelings."

"Thanks, Matt. I'll keep that in mind."

But I was already way ahead of him. For the past two weeks I'd been sending Arthur... secret love notes. It'd taken me a while to come up with a plan, but finally I'd concocted one that would not fail. I would write anonymous notes to Arthur, and when I was sure he was out of his room, I would send Eagle (She's my owl) to deliver the letters. It was a perfect plan really. I could crush on Arthur all I wanted and he would never know that the secret notes were from me.

"He'll never know," I repeated to myself and frowned. Is that really what I wanted?

I lifted my gaze back to the blonde whose bright green eyes matched his robe and tie. Suddenly I was smiling again.

An innumerable amount of curses went through my mind as my potions partner was announced.

"Arthur Kirkland will be working with Alfred F. Jones."

Lovely. I have to work with the human characterization of egotism. I walked over to the Gryffindor, who was all smiles, and glared down at him.

"Are you coming?" I asked, and Alfred immediately brimmed.

"Sure thing, Artie!"

And so he followed me to a table. I started to prepare everything we would need when an annoying voice broke my concentration.

"So what're we making?" Alfred asked, as he bounced on the souls of his feet. I gave him a once over; dark blonde, blue eyes with spectacles, and quite the fit body considering he was the Gryffindor's seeker- not that that impressed me or anything. I turned away, refusing to acknowledge my pink cheeks. I certainly did not find Arrogance F. Jones, attractive. No, of course not.

I distracted myself by readying the rest of the materials and answering Alfred's question.

"We're making a forgetfulness potion," I remarked. "Weren't you paying attention?"

Alfred let out a hearty laugh and looked directly at me.

"Oops, guess I forgot!" he smiled, and I had to turn away again to hide my face.

I reached down to pull out the potion book that was needed. As I flipped through the pages, I didn't realize as a small scrap of paper fell to the floor, or as my partner bent down to retrieve it.

"What's this?" Alfred questioned as he inspected the note. I looked back at him, and when it dawned on me what it was, I immediately snatched the letter away. I must have been imagining the fact that his cheeks were just as bright as mine.

"Nothing!" I tried to cover up, but while Alfred seemed shocked, he didn't buy it.

"Was that... a love no-"

I kneed Alfred in the gut to get him to shut up. After all, I didn't want anyone else to know about these silly, yet embarrassing little messages.

"Hush," I whispered, as he looked at me confused. He held a hand to his aching stomach, but looked at me challengingly.

"Only if you tell me who they're from," he whispered back and raised his eyebrows.

My face pinked, as I didn't know how to respond.

"I don't know whom they're from," I whispered quite low, and I'm fairly sure Alfred had to strain to hear it. "They're from a secret admirer..."

I must have again been imagining Alfred's awkward expression as he tried to smile at me but looked rather nervous.

"Do you... have any ideas?" Alfred asked almost anxiously, though I can't imagine why. Maybe he was just excited about spreading rumours.

"None," I said resolutely, effectively ending that conversation. I swiftly hid the note away amongst my other class memos, and we ignored the topic for the rest of class.

When I got back to my dorm that evening, there was another note waiting for me.

"Someone's got a secret lover!" Ivan mocked, and I just barked curses at him until he stopped laughing.

I unfurled the note and read it.

So I realized today that you're even cuter up close. Your emerald eyes match your robe, and your feisty attitude really just makes me laugh. Don't think poorly of me though, I love that you can make me laugh so easily. It's one of the many, many reasons why I have my eye set on you.

-A secret admirer

I tucked the note away, along with the two others I'd already received, and curled up in bed. I fell asleep to the embarrassing thought, that maybe, just maybe, it was the Gryffindor's rather handsome quidditch seeker that was sending me these notes.

Man, am I a lucky guy. Last week Arthur was assigned to be my potions partner, and I think we really hit it off. Well... I mean if you consider me laughing pretty loudly, and Arthur blooming like a rose, hitting it off. Anyway, during that session I'd caught sight of one of the secret notes I sent to Arthur. I tried to play it off when I saw it, but both Arthur and I flustered. I wondered why he did that. Was he embarrassed? Or worse? Did he suspect me? Oh god, I hope not. We were just getting to know each other!

Anyway, I'm even luckier than I originally thought since I caught Arthur in the hallway today. He was heading into the library when I flagged him down.

"Hey! Artie!" I yelled from down the corridor and flailed my arms. He rolled his eyes, but I don't think he was ticked off at me since a small smile flickered across his face. "Arthur," I said and grinned when I got to him. "You look happy today."

Arthur quickly averted his eyes and blushed. Damn he was cute.

"Yes, well I always get quite excited when I'm about to do research for herbology," he glanced back at me and motioned to the library entrance.

"Really?" I asked and deadpanned. "I don't really like that kind of stuff. I wanna learn how to fight the bad guys!" I said and started having a play fight with the air, dealing it small punches and kicks. I saw as Arthur smiled ever-so shyly, but the grin quickly fled his lips when he caught me staring.

"I was being sarcastic, Alfred," he said and leveled me a look.

"Oh right!" I answered with a thumbs up and grin. "Gotcha!"

Arthur simply rolled his eyes again and made to move toward the library.

"Right well, it was nice seeing you Alfred, but I really must be going."

I don't know what possessed me at that moment, but I reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Arthur, wait!"

He looked back at me both shocked, and expectantly. I faltered with my words.

"Artie, I, uh, that is to say-"

But suddenly my words stopped and I felt a heavy presence on my shoulder. I turned my head and found that Eagle had landed on my shoulder.

"Hey Eagle!" I smiled at my owl. She must be back from her last delivering spree. Arthur cleared his throat, and nodded to the library again.

"I really must go."

"Wait, wait, before you go," I said, trying my best not to derail this time. I ignored the fact that my cheeks were warm. "Umm Arthur, I was just wondering if maybe, you'd uh, like to hang out sometime at a quidditch match? I mean, as long as I'm not playing or anything. You know cause... we couldn't really hang out if I was playing- I mean we could try but it probably wouldn't work and umm... yeah."

I tried to save myself with a laugh but I think it just came out kind of awkward. Though when I looked to Arthur, he simply nodded, with his face also bright red.

"I'd like that," he said in that adorable little voice of his. Then he stole away into the library.

I don't think I could've been any happier than at that moment. I ran off to the commons room to write Arthur my next letter.

By the end of the month I had 10 ten secret admirer notes hidden away amongst my books and personal belongings. And by the end of those four weeks, as much as I hated to believe it, I had a very, very small crush on Alfred Jones. I'm not sure what came over me... perhaps when he asked to hang out last week outside the library. For some reason in that moment I felt elated. I'd said yes, and Alfred grinned. I'd fled to the library where I couldn't stop smiling myself for the three hours I was in there. But I when I returned to my room, and found another crisp note tied up on my bed, my happiness faded. Of course I was flattered that someone was taken with me, but enough was enough. Who was this person, and were they really too embarrassed to face me about it?

That night I'd gotten an idea. A rather brilliant plan to find out who was sending me these mysterious notes. I tried on previous occasions to catch the culprit, but no one ever appeared while I was in the room. If I'd leave to eat, or get a book however, a new note would magically appear.

"Well this will be the end of that," I said and smiled at the polyjuice potion I'd brewed. My planning was simple; if the culprit won't show up while I was room, perhaps they wouldn't mind showing themselves while someone else was there. "Brilliant if I may say so myself."

I poured a bit of the potion into a mug and took a sip. I quickly made my way to the mirror to watch the transformation take place.

In the reflection I watched as my hair grew down to my shoulders, and lost the messy tangled look. I felt myself rising, slightly as I grew a bit taller, and I witnessed as my eyes transformed from their usually green to a bright sea blue. When everything was finished, I took a look at myself and sneered in the mirror.

"Francis."

Sadly, he was the only person I could acquire a strand of hair from. The fool was always carrying around a hairbrush.

Regardless of that, I continued with the plan, moving over to Ivan's side of the room and started fiddling with his things. I'm not sure what or who I was waiting for, but I just tried to waste time and make myself look natural. Of course, that was rather difficult when I was excited and also overcome with anxiety. I couldn't believe I skipped class.

In the midst of my mini-panic attack, I heard something quietly enter the room. I turned quickly, and thank goodness I did, because that owl flew swiftly in and out of here, barely having time to drop a note on my bed. I did catch sight of the owl though, snow what with a few light brown markings scattered on its wings and back. Of course, many people at the school had owls, but this one seemed familiar for some reason.

"Who's sending me an owl while I'm not here?" I pondered aloud as I made my way to my bed and tore open the note.

Arthur, do you know how happy you've made me? Just the smile on your face makes me the happiest guy alive. Won't you grin for me more often? I don't think you realize how beautiful you are when you do so. Man, I really hope I can see that smile a lot more in the future.

-A secret admirer

I looked away from the note a furrowed my brow. Who was this person? My eyes fell back down to the text and scanned it over once more. It was on the second read through that I noticed the male noun.

"Guy?" I questioned myself. "A male who fancies me? Who on Earth woul-"

And then it hit me. The owl I'd seen, she belonged to Alfred. And the word "guy", and the silly notes!

"It's Alfred!" I told myself, and almost fainted. But before I passed out, I got another idea.

I made my way back to my room pretty worried. Arthur hadn't showed up for class today, and when I looked for him in the dining hall he hadn't been there either. I hoped he was okay, really, I shouldn't be worrying, right? I told myself that over and over, but my mind just kept wondering back to him.

I sighed as I stepped in from the commons room to my dorm. I moved quickly to my bed, ready to dive head first into the covers when I saw something. It was bright white, contrasting the red covers.

"A note?" I wondered as I unfolded it and sat down. I read it through once and paled.

You're not very good at keeping a secret are you, Alfred?

My face lost all its color, and as I was about to burst through the room, back down the corridors in an attempt to find him, I was instead stopped by his voice.

"You know, you could have simply told me to my face. We really didn't need to go through this secret admirer nonsense."

I turned around and found that Arthur had appeared out of nowhere.

"A-Arthur! What are you doing here? You're not allowed in here!"

"And I'm fairly certain it's against the rules to break into the Slytherin dorms as well, regadless of the fact that you did it by owl."

I frowned deeply at this. Crap, when had my plan gone wrong? Everything was looking so good until-

"What are you frowning about?" Arthur questioned me with a small but kind smile.

I looked away from him and mumbled:

"You weren't suppose to find out..."

"Then how would I ever tell you that the feeling is mutual?" he responded barely audibly, but I caught it as if it had just come out of a loudspeaker.

"I- you- whaaaaat?" I asked confused, and watched Arthur snicker as he tried to subtly hide his red cheeks.

"I like you too, Alfred... well once I get past the arrogance."

"Hey!" I retorted, but suddenly I was all smiles. "Do you... really mean that?"

Arthur shyly nodded his head, and I was so ecstatic I pulled him in for a giant bear hug. When we pulled away I noticed that his eyes were on me, finally, and I couldn't help myself as I leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Now his eyes are always on me. In the stand during games, in class, or when we sit across from each other and secretly play our little game of footsie under the table during mealtime. Now everyone knows, and no one minds. Who knew it would all stem from a little secret?