Gifts 2
before
No incident
Pansy
The second year was not really different. I had longed the whole holidays to see her again. And there she was with Potty and Weasel, how Draco called them. Yes, he was in the Quidditch team now and it was not nice to call her a Mudblood, but she is so beautiful, when she is angry. And so clever when she needs to be. Polyjuice Potion as a second year, not even Snape would have managed that.
When I was fascinated last year, now admired her too. And I was afraid for her. She was a muggle born after all. Draco ordered us to stay over Christmas and so I had even more time to watch her.
Of course the other Slytherin were bound to notice sooner or later. It was Draco who approached me short before Valentine's Day.
"This year it won't be so easy to get your present to Hermione Granger unless you want to use Lockhard´s messengers."
I snorted.
"I thought so," Draco chuckled, "may I ask, what you give her?"
"A book of poetry."
"Romantic. But you know even my eagle owl can't get past the new security because of the heir."
Of course I knew that.
"That means we've to pass to her outside of the Griffindor tower."
"We?"
"You will need help, trust me."
"You're right. And a neutral place."
"Like the library?"
"That´s an excellent idea - if you could keep her occupied for some time."
"I could."
Hermione
It was Valentine´s Day once again. And this time no one could miss it. Lockhard had seen to that. I was nervous. I couldn't stop to think about the gift I had got last year. I dreamed of the secret admirer. Someone who was beautiful and intelligent and deeply in love with me. At least, when I was thinking positive. When I'm thinking negative, I think it's all was just an incident, a misunderstanding.
I couldn't concentrate on anything, but Harry and Ron didn't notice anything. Typical. So I sat in the library and tried to concentrate on history of magic - but it was so dull, that even I thought one moment about to skip my homework. Of course only a moment. Homework was important. I decided to get another book about wizards in the 14th century. I scanned for a while and when I finally found it, I stumbled about the outstretched leg of Draco Malfoy.
"Oh, Mudblood," he grinned down to me.
"Malfoy," I gave him an angry glare, before I tried to collect my books.
He was watching and seeming to enjoy me crouching on the floor, but finally I had all books together again and went back to my place. And there were it lying innocently between my books.
little package? A gift? My fingers trembled when I approached it. A book with poems from many woman poetry writers. How cute! It was surely the most romantic thing I had ever got. It was no incident than. I had really a secret admirer. And if I hadn't wasted my time with that damned Malfoy, I could know by now who it was.
TBC