I could not sleep. The same scene was replaying in my mind over and over again. I still had no idea whether to be angry, surprised, delighted, amused, or a bit of everything. Mostly I was confused. It was nice to be appreciated, sure, but on the other hand… how dare that guy just kiss me like that! He had not even asked my permission or at least hinted at what he was about to do. And I still did not even know who it was. It could have been anyone.

No what did I know? A guy with small, soft hands, so no one of the sporty kind. Probably a bookworm, same as me. No hard worker either, at least physically. I knew his writing, not a very neat one, but readable and broad. Knew a bit about muggles, so rather a muggleborn or half- than a pureblood. Though the hands pointed to someone who was used to having things done for him or doing them magically, so rather a pureblood. I searched my mind for other keys, anything that hinted at who he was, but I found nothing. Instead I found myself once again frustrated by that guy. I wanted to know who he was, why he did the things he did. In lack of a better idea I decided to have a close look at hands and writing of every guy where I had a chance to get a look at it. Maybe that would get me somewhere.

When I walked down to the great hall to eat breakfast, I met Pansy in the door. She smiled at me. It took me a moment before I could smile back. I still was not used to her being nice to me.

I walked on into the hall and sat down next to Ginny at the Gryffindor table.

"So, how was your date?", she asked curiously. Of course I had told her I went.

I heaved a sigh. "It was not a date. And I honestly don't know what to make of it", I said. "Not even to mention I still have no idea who he is." I then told her everything that had aspired yesterday. "But I am determined to find out who he is. Can you help me by having a look at the handwriting of the guys in your year? I can look out in the classes I take, but I won't be able to do so in your year." She nodded. Sure she would help me. I smiled. It was nice to know that Ginny would support me in this scavenger hunt.

H/P

During the upcoming week, I tried my best to get a grip on the mysterious writer of the letters. It was not simple curiosity anymore that drove me on, but that somebody obviously tried to outsmart me. And I would not just take that. So I had to get him. Alas, I still was no further at the end of the week. Neither I nor Ginny had been able to find a guy with the correct handwriting, and I hardly had any other hints. Sure I could put some aside because they had big or callused hands, or because they had not even heard of Vivaldi in before. I had actually asked some about it, and most of the purebloods had absolutely no idea of muggle music, while the writer seemingly had, though it may have been he had looked up on it, too.

Just when I was about to give up, another letter reached me:

Dear Hermione,

I see you are still trying to find out who I am, or are you not? As you still have made no move to talk to me I take it you have not found out who I am. If you want a hint wait for me at the northern shore of the lake tomorrow at three. As soon as you are there, I will lead you to somewhere we can meet undisturbed.

Your secret admirer

PS: I magically altered my handwriting, so looking for it will not help you.

Of course he had altered it, I should have known. So I had no hope of finding him with as little means as I had. Now the question was clear, and it was once again the same: go meet him, or not. It was the only chance to find out his identity He would not show himself to me, I knew that much. He was just going to give me a hint, nothing more. After he had kissed me without asking my permission last time, I was not sure whether I wanted to meet him again. But the internal discussion was a rather short one. At first it had simply been my curiosity, but now my competitive nature had awoken, too, so I was going to find out who he was, no matter the cost.

H/P

The next day at three I was in the north of the lake, waiting for the writer to arrive once more. Instead of himself, the little parchment robin I had seen so often appeared. It flew around my head in a few circles, before it continued on into the woods of the forbidden forest, at a pace slow enough for me to follow it.

Soon I reached a clearing and the bird went up in flames. I had reached my destination. I turned around, but saw nobody. And just a moment later, I was once again enveloped by darkness, and two, as I noticed, rather small hands grabbed mine from behind. A moment later, the arms moved around my waist and pulled me close to the small body behind me. A pair of firm, round breasts pressed into my back. I tensed. What on earth was going on here? Was this some kind of joke after all? It had seemed terribly serious to just be a prank she had pulled off on me. Seemed as if I had a female admirer.

"I never said I was a guy, did I?", a voice whispered into my ear, thus stating the obvious, then, planting a small kiss on my earlobe, she was gone. I stood in the darkness, dazed, my mind racing a mile a minute. So my "secret admirer" was a girl. I felt incredibly stupid now for not even having counted in this option in beforehand. So what did I know about her? She was a little bit taller than me, had soft hands and about B cup breasts. That was all the facts I had, but it was enough to eliminate a lot of girls who were too tall, whose hands were too callused, or who had the wrong size of boobs.

'Here I am, standing in the middle of the forbidden forest in the darkness, thinking about the size my peers tits have' I thought sarcastically. It had some almost comically aspect to it. I would keep a close eye on signs from any girl the next days, something to show some kind of romantic affection towards me, some odd reactions, changes. It would not be easy, as I was better at reading a book than somebody's emotions, but I would solve this riddle!

Shaking myself out of the thoughtful haze I was in, I waited patiently for the darkness to wear off, then made my way back to the castle. Everything else would have to wait till later.