Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I do not have any rights to Harry Potter and I do not make any money from writing these fics.

A/N: I know I got a lot on my plate but I promise I'll complete all of my fics plus this looks fun...So I wrote this for the 'Journey Through Hogwarts' Challenge on the HPF Forum. I'll be putting everything for this challenge together as a collection if possible. Also written for the One million words added comp, and the Procrastinators untied comp.

Prompt: If you are a book lover, and this is heaven on earth to you, write a fic over 1,000 words about whatever you want.

Romantic Gifts

Harry let out a groan as he rubbed his head in confusion and stared at the many piles that littered his bed. There had been so much that the House Elves had delivered to him that it had taken him five hours to sort it out into several smaller piles, a pile for knitting, another one for crochet, and a third pile for cross stitch. When Harry asked one of the House Elves just where all of this came from and just who was sending it to him he got a large surprise.

The House Elf had simply replied that this was a collection of courting gifts that someone had sent to him over the years but until now they could not get the many courting gifts to Harry because of a special ward that Dumbledore had placed around him. But now Dumbledore was dead and the special ward was long gone.

"Wish I knew who sent me all of these," Harry muttered to himself as his eyes scanned over the piles on his bed with a small happy sparkle, "Whoever has been sending all of this took the time to learn about the true me..."

Harry had never been so happy to be stuck in the hospital wing on bed rest for at least a month before taking it easy and slow for the next year as he built up his strength and health as he healed from the final battle. It gave him a good excuse to work on the gifts he was given without having to worry about anything, he could easily say he picked it up during his time healing from the final battle.

"Now I just have to work out who sent me all of this and which one I do first," Harry muttered to himself only to freeze and look up as the sound of footsteps came to his ears.

Harry's whole body tensed as his happiness disappeared, while he was prepared to slowly allow everyone to learn of his hidden hobbies he was not ready to share the person, whoever they were, with the world. For once in his life Harry wanted to be selfish. Ignoring how his body suddenly seemed to ache as if in warning Harry twisted his body turning to the bedside table where his wand lay. Reaching out to grab his wand Harry found himself caught in the act as a shocked gasp came to his ears.

"Oh My! Where did all of this come from?" Madam Promfrey asked in shock as she walked over to Harry, "Did you order these and ask a House Elf to help you?"

"No..." Harry said softly, biting his lip as he tried to come up with a good lie only to be beaten to it by Madam Promfrey as she guessed right.

"Is someone trying to court you?" Madam Promfrey asked slyly only for her expression to turn playful when she spotted the blush on her most regular visitor, "They must think a lot of you Harry if they found out what your hobbies are beyond Quidditch and Defence."

"Y-Yeah...Apparently the House Elf said they have been sending all of this for years but because of a special ward Dumbledore put up around me they couldn't deliver it all to me," Harry explained, nervous on how the school healer would take his news about Dumbledore, "But with his death and everything being a lot safer now the House Elves have finally delivered it all."

Much to Harry's shock Madam Promfrey began giggling like a school girl. Pulling out her wand Madam Promfrey muttered a few choice words and several multicoloured boxes appeared in the air in front of Harry. Wondering just what Madam Promfrey was going to do with the boxes Harry found his question answered when a few seconds later, and several more spells, his organised piles of gifts flew into the boxes in an identical order to how he had piled them up.

"There we go, much better do you not think?" Madam Promfrey said as she shot Harry a sly look, "Is it anyone I know?"

"I...I do not know who it is myself," Harry stuttered out, his face going bright red, "Through they do seem to have a good head on their shoulders, and if the gifts are anything to go by they thought of ho I really am and not about my fame and wealth."

"It seems someone has a crush! It looks like this person has a chance," Madam Promfrey said with a grin which only grew as Harry buried his face into his hands, "If you give me a few seconds I'll go and grab you a portable bed table so you can use it while you enjoy your gifts."

"Thank you, I guess I'll have to work out what I want to do first," Harry said with a thankful nod to Madam Promfrey before turning his attention back to the boxes which Madam Promfrey had placed next to his bed the guest chair so he could easily reach them without hurting himself, "Well...it is going to be Hermione's birthday soon...maybe I could do her a cross stitch of a library."

Suddenly the boxes began to glow softly and before Harry had time to react one of the boxes opened and a kit flew out followed by everything he would need before closing with a final glow.

"Bloody hell!" Harry cried out in shock as he looked down to find a beautiful and elegant looking picture of a library with a picture of a girl studying on it in his lap, "They must of used the sorting spell that Professor Flitwick taught us all in class during our third year."

Looking down at the cross stitch kit Harry found it to be the perfect one for Hermione, it gave off an air of adult logic and intense study while also having a feel of childish innocence to it thanks to the small hidden backpack which had a teddy bear peeking out of it.

Unable to wait for Madam Promfrey to return Harry quickly opened up the cross stitch kit and began to sort everything out with a large happy smile on his face. Loss in his excitement Harry never noticed a nervous Seamus Finnigan standing several feet away with Madam Promfrey holding the promised table.

"It looks like you have nothing to worry about dear," Madam Promfrey said gently as she gave Seamus an encouraging push forwards, "Why don't you go over there and tell him it was you who sent him those gifts? Something tells me you have gotten off in the right track."

Blushing madly Seamus gulped, nodded his head and nervously made his way over to the young man he hopped to not only court but to bond with.

End of Prompt.