Whose   is   it

'Everyone likes you and wants to give you flowers today, even me.'

just so you know - Jesse McCartney

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Whoseis it ?

“Wow, you got so many flowers?” said Ron, shocked to see her walking into the hall carrying flowers and other Valentine's gifts.

"It's not even Valentine's Day yet," Hermione sat down, panting. As he sat down on the bench and put all his things beside him.

Ron stood up from his seat and casually walked over to look at all her things. He picked up the gift she had gotten and looked at it. and read the cards attached to the gifts and flowers

“Who gave it to you?”

"That's rude, Ron," Harry protested at his action.

"What is it, Harry? I want to know." Ron picked up one of the chocolates and looked at it. and immediately unwrapped and ate it, "Oh, it's delicious, please, Hermione."

"I can't refuse your request." Hermione turned to look at him, who was munching deliciously, with a reproachful look in her eyes.

Ron continued to rummage through her things, ignoring the owner's gaze until he picked up a rose in the pile.

"Whose is this? There's no card on it." Ron looked around for the flower's card. but didn't find it

“Never mind that, it's just an ordinary flower,” the girl began to say, dissatisfied that he didn't stop messing with her things. "Here, I'll take it to the dorm."

Hermione snatched the rose from Ron's hand and held it in her hand. The girl shouldered her bag and walked away immediately.

"Are you mad at me?" Ron asked, turning to Harry.

"No, just upset," Harry replied, and he heard Ron say something different about it, so the boy shrugged nonchalantly.

Hermione walked with flowers all the way back to the girl's dormitory, turning left and right. To see if there was anyone around, she was starting to get tired from carrying all the heavy things and books in her bag. So Hermione reluctantly took some flowers and left them on the side of the road, including one that didn't have a card to tell who it was. Sent it

“Doing that, aren't you afraid that people will feel sorry for you?”

A low voice that was purposely irritating rang out and Hermione turned around in shock, thinking that the person who had spoken those words might have been someone who had given her something. But when she saw that face, her thoughts immediately changed.

"So what? It's not worth anything to me. If you regret it or want it, just take it." Hermione cocked her head at him.

“What do I have to do to clean up this trash?” Malfoy looked at the pile of roses with disgust.

“Just in case you want to give it to a girl you like.”

“I have the ability to find good flowers, and they are much more beautiful than this.”

Hermione shrugged off his words and returned to the dormitory as she had originally intended, leaving Malfoy to stand guard over the pile of flowers she had left behind as if they didn't belong to the young boy. A rose that had no card attached to it and was thrown away with the other flowers, he bent over and picked it up. Malfoy looked at it with indifferent eyes.

“Worthless…” A soft murmur came from his mouth.

The girl picked up her belongings and arranged them into the cupboards and trunks she used to transport her luggage to Hogwarts. They were so crowded that she barely had enough storage.

“Huh, it doesn't smell good,” a female friend sitting on the bed teased her.

“No, lavender is given according to the trend. Nothing important,” said Hermione. To her, it was nothing special.

"But I would love to have something like this. It would be amazing," Lavender said dreamily.

Hermione was secretly amused by Lavender's antics. She must have been a very envious person that even though it wasn't even Valentine's Day she still got so many gifts, but Hermione wished she wouldn't have to carry them. Another heavy gift tomorrow.

On the morning of Valentine's Day, it was time for a magical history class. The young girl carefully wrote down what Professor Binns had said as her truly lucky day. Because today she didn't receive any love letters, no gifts or flowers to bring like yesterday.

“Alright, today's homework is for you to write a report on the matter I described,” Professor Binns said, followed by the howls of the students in the room who began to gather up their things.

When the bell sounded to signal the end of the day, students filed out of the classroom. Hermione shouldered her bag and carried her books towards the library once they arrived. The girl placed her bag on the bookshelf where she needed to find information. Her slender fingers traced the spines of the books on the shelf. The girl walked through the other bookshelves to find the book she wanted before returning to the bag where she had left it. Hermione looked up from the page she'd been skimming through and looked at her bag.

“Whose is this…” Hazel eyes looked at the rose that was stuck in her bag.

Hermione checked her surroundings to see if anyone was around. It probably belonged to someone who was in this library and secretly inserted it. She picked it up and looked through her bag. It doesn't have a card attached.

“What?” Ron and Harry said in unison, shocked. The three of them sat and talked while eating lunch in the hall.

"Someone brought you flowers?" Ron asked in surprise.

"He didn't give it to me himself," Hermione corrected. “He put it in my pocket.”

“And who gave it to you?” Harry asked.

"I don't know. There's no card written on it."

Ron and Harry looked at each other, their heads contemplating who had given it to her. It was indeed suspicious of her friend, the person who had given it to her must have been following her. He brought it to the library and took advantage when she accidentally left her bag alone.

“I think it must be the same person who gave it to you yesterday,” said Ron, like an expert analyzing something. “Do you remember the rose that didn't have a card.....that you got yesterday?”

"It could be a different person, Ron," Harry said.

"Who knows? Maybe it's the same person. If not, maybe the flower had a card written on it or the person who gave it probably brought it to her himself," Ron explained, trying to convince Hermione and Harry believed. “I think it's a bit of a coincidence that two people would make a joke about giving roses without writing a card to say who they belonged to unless they were the same person.”

Hermione began to think along the lines of Ron's rather reasonable words if they were the same person. The question is, who is giving it?

"If it's the same person, then why did he give it to you again?" Harry questioned, and this time Ron didn't have an answer to explain like he had just now.

"That's..." Hermione said softly. Why do you have to bring it to her again?

“Where are the roses you got yesterday?” Harry asked her. Hermione snapped out of her thoughts and answered.

“I…I threw it away yesterday.”

Ron and Harry looked at each other again, both seeming to have the same idea.

"Then the person who gave her the rose probably saw her when she put it away," Harry commented.

"And has anyone seen her?" Ron asked.

The girl remembered yesterday when she had given up on leaving those flowers behind. After she did a good job of investigating, no one came to see her, but in the end, the person who did come to see was Malfoy.

It's not. thought Hermione.

"Hermione," Ron called after seeing her silence for a long time.

“Oh – uh, no…no.”

Her friend fell silent as she had no reason to explain who it belonged to. Meanwhile, Hermione thought about it like crazy.

"Hello, Madame Pince," said Hermione politely. She returned to the library specifically to see Madame Pince.

“Hello, are you here to read again?”

"No, but I have something I'd like to ask."

“Say it.”

“Did anyone come to use the library this morning before me?” Hermione asked if she saw anyone carrying flowers.

“No, I'm the first one to come in,” Madame replied.

“What about after you came in and still haven't left?” the girl asked.

She stared at Madame Pince's thoughtful face, waiting impatiently until she had an answer.

“Yes, there are three people, two of them men. And the girl from Hufflepuff.”

"Uh...and where is the man from?" asked Hermione excitedly. When you thought you were about to get the answer

"I remember one from a Slytherin and a Hufflepup."

Hermione thanked her as she got the answer she wanted and the girl walked out of the library. and searched for the boy from Slytherin. She was sure that it must have been Malfoy who had given it to her because he had seen her leave those flowers yesterday. He wanted to tease her.

Hermione stood still when she saw his target walking lazily around the lake. The girl immediately ran towards him and tugged on his cloak to turn him to face her.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Malfoy shouted.

"I know you gave me these flowers," said Hermione, holding the flower in her hand in front of him.

“What is it, Granger? Do you think everyone will fall in love with you except me?" Malfoy sneered.

“No need to make excuses, I know it's you. You secretly put it in my bag. You want to tease me,” she continued.

“Then why do you have to think it's me?”

“Because you were the only person who saw me throw away those flowers yesterday.”

"And how it's related, I don't know. You explain it. You're so clever," Malfoy challenged.

Hermione was silent, she had no reason to explain. The girl really didn't know why he had brought this flower to her.

If it weren't for the reason that he wanted to tease her. And if it wasn't him who brought it, who would it be?

Maybe it's a different person.

“Okay, if it's not you, that's fine. I'm sorry for making the accusations.”

Hermione dropped the rose in her hand to the ground angrily and walked away... Malfoy picked up the rose that had fallen on the ground. and turned it around, his eyes looking dejectedly at the lake.

The girl continued writing her paper on the history of magic and tried to erase the nonsense from her mind. Even though she still had doubts. But when there was no answer, no one came to answer. You could only continue to wonder about it.

"Do you know who gave it to you?" Harry and Ron walked into Gryffindor Tower. and asked about that

"Still, I think I'll forget it," Hermione replied.

“Then that's good too. It must be funny for the people who are messing with you to see you spinning around for answers,” said Ron, pulling Harry up to the men's dormitory.

Hermione looked up from the report she was writing if this was a game. And if you want to know the answer So you have to play the game.

The next day, Hermione made preparations for the day she would find out who owned the rose. The girl walked towards the library. And going to the same spot where she had left her bag, she took everything that belonged to her and placed it in front of the bookshelf and pretended to look for a book. Hermione went to look for a book on another shelf in the distance. She peeked at her bag.

He bent down and read the book he had been holding for nearly an hour. But she still hasn't seen anyone put flowers. Looks like her plan is about to fail.

"Miss Granger"

Hermione put her books back on the shelf and turned to look at the person who had called her. Madame Pince stood and smiled at the girl.

"What's the matter?" Hermione walked towards Madame Pince.

“There are a lot of new books at the library. Are you interested in borrowing them?”

"I'm interested," Hermione replied brightly.

"Then you can come and take a look. I'll be the first to tell you," Madame Pince said kindly.

“Thank you,” said Hermione.

As Madame Pince walked away, she returned to her bag. And Hermione almost cried out, regretting not being able to see the face of the person who had put it there. The rose that was placed next to her bag The girl hurriedly walked towards it. When I noticed that there was a card attached to it. So she immediately picked it up and read it.

She probably wants to know who brought her the rose.

Today you will find out, come to the lake after you read this letter.

There's no mention of who it belongs to, but if you want to know, You must go to the lake now. Hermione grabbed the flowers and folded the letter into her purse. The girl forgot about the book she wanted. and immediately ran towards the lake.

Hermione came running, gasping for air. She stopped running and stood, looking around for the person who had arranged for her to come here. The girl thought this was worth it. If it made her find out who gave her the rose and it made her go crazy. Because of this curiosity

"Miss Hermione," a young boy's voice said from behind.

Hermione turned around and looked at the person who had walked up to her in confusion. She looked around with her eyes. This young man was probably only in his fifth year. And he's at Hufflepuff's house, judging by the clothes he's wearing. His expression looked embarrassed that she was standing in front of him.

“I thought you wouldn't come, but you were ahead of time.”

"You...are you the one who set me up?" asked Hermione.

“Yes.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"You're the one who gave me the rose?" Hermione held up the rose in her hand. and asked in an expectant tone, she was in no mood to listen to anything more than the truth.

“Uh…” He looked at the rose in her hand in confusion.

“Is it yours?” she urged him to answer.

“No...no, it's not mine,” he replied.

“And this letter was written by you?” She handed him the letter she had gotten along with the roses to read.

“No...it's not mine at all,” the boy replied.

Hermione was immediately upset when she realized that he was not the owner of the rose. It meant that there must be someone else at the lake. The girl didn't listen to the words of the boy standing in front of her. She hurriedly went to find the person who had written the letter without listening to his call.

"Hermione, what is it?" he scratched his head in confusion.

The girl ran like she was losing her mind. She had been looking for the person she had arranged for for a while but still couldn't find him. Hermione sat down on the floor from the exhaustion in her legs. Or the person who arranged for her He just wanted to play tricks on her, like Ron had said.

Hermione thought painfully that for agreeing to play such a game, people would probably laugh at her to death. The girl threw the rose in her hand away from her body and Hermione wanted to cry. I wanted to sob out so much, I wanted to let it all out in pain.

“Are those flowers so worthless that you keep throwing them away?” He stepped out from behind a large tree and walked to stand behind her.

Hermione immediately stood up when she heard the sound. Don't have to see your face. But from the sound of his voice she already knew who he was. She turned to face him.

“Well, it doesn't have an owner, so why would I keep it?”

"Well, you're the one who owns it," Malfoy said.

"I mean the one who gave it to me," said Hermione.

"Do you still want to know who gave it to you?" Malfoy asked.

Hermione's eyes shifted to look at him in surprise. He asked as if he knew. She still doesn't know who gave her this rose.

"It's no use." Hermione chose to ignore the matter further. She sidestepped the boy and walked back to the castle.

"You really don't want to know?" Malfoy said.

The girl stopped and turned to look at him, not understanding. He asked her because he knew who gave it to her, right?

“You know?” She turned around and asked him, unsure of his credibility.

“More than you know,” he replied.

“Then who?” The girl crossed her arms over her chest and waited for his answer. If he lies to her then it's fine because she won't believe him anyway.

Malfoy looked into those eyes and knew she was listening. And if she knew....she wouldn't believe it.

“It's me.”

Malfoy looked at Hermione, who almost burst out laughing. She shook her head slightly and turned away again. to return to the castle

“I have a feeling. Have a heart like yours And I feel the same pain.”

Hermione realized something was wrong and she turned to look at him. And the girl thought it might just be a joke on her part. ...but not for him

"Malfoy, you..." Hermione shook her head slightly in confusion.

“I might not be as good as other people because I didn't have the courage to express myself in front of you,” the young man continued. “I can only give you those flowers without writing a card. Because I just want you to accept it. Everyone loves you and if you will love someone in return. That person isn't me anyway. I don't want to tell her I love her on paper because I know she doesn't care.”

This was clearly a terrible joke. Hermione couldn't believe it was true because his eyes were staring at her with a meaning she couldn't explain.

“How can you feel this way about me?”

“I...I think it might be because of our closeness that our closeness is due to her not liking me,” Malfoy walked towards her, “but I don't feel that way. that I don't dislike her.”

“Impossible…” The girl frowned.

“It is possible, Granger...... I love you.” Malfoy took out the rose he had hidden in his cloak. “It may be a simple flower for you, but it is a sweet feeling that I want for you from my heart.”

He handed it to her and the girl looked at it alternating with his face. This might not be true. He was just playing a joke on her, that's all people like Malfoy. How can I feel like this for you? It doesn't make any sense. Hermione took the rose from him and stared at his pale face.

"You lied..." Hermione said. while throwing flowers in his hand at his face "I do not believe"

Malfoy was stunned by her actions and he looked at her face intently. Didn't you believe him at all? Hermione turned around. and prepared to walk away, but she was hugged from behind by a young man.

"What the hell are you doing? Let me go!"

“What do I have to do to make you believe that I really love you? Why do you think I'm lying to you?” The girl tried to remove his hand, “You don't want to admit the truth, right? That you love me too?”

"What the hell are you talking about, Malfoy?" she hissed.

"You hate me because I'm not as bad or as good as your friends," Malfoy said breathlessly. “I know you don't want to accept love from someone as despicable as me. You're afraid you'll love me too, right?”

"shut your mouth! I never felt that way about her,” she said.

“If you didn't feel it, then why did you come as I had arranged?”

"I don't want to feel like I'm being harassed by a pervert, do you understand?" Hermione started to get angry. “I came because I just wanted to know who the hell gave me flowers so I could live!”

"Is that really all you want to know..." Hermione paused, waiting for his words to trail off. “Anyway, you already know that I brought it to you, so why don't you help to know one more thing that I--”

“Stop talking! Release me! Otherwise, I'll call for help.” Hermione said loudly, but the boy was still stubborn.

"How can you hate me?!" Malfoy began to feel annoyed. “What do I have to do to make you believe that I really love you?”

His last words were so soft that the girl in his arms stopped squirming because of his words... Why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be Malfoy?

Hermione turned to look at his face as Malfoy began to loosen his tight grip.

“You don't have to do anything,” she stared deep into pale eyes. “Just let me go, and I want this to end.”

"But I..." Malfoy's eyes flashed with anger. Is this the end?

"I can believe you....I can believe you Malfoy." Hermione felt something strange in her heart. It was like a sharp pain that I couldn't tell. "But I want you to know that...your loving me is something that shouldn't have happened."

Hermione pushed his chest away from her and walked away from him without even looking at him. Staring at her painful back, Malfoy nearly dropped to his knees there.

Ever since that day, Hermione had tried to forget everything that had happened, she wanted to avoid him the whole time they were in the same class. And the more times he secretly looked at her in the hall, the more it made her feel guilty and uncomfortable...Did she hurt him too much?

No, it's the way it should be.

The girl thought to herself as she picked out the book that Madam Pince had told her about a few days ago. Hermione walked back to the table where she had put her things. And when she looked up from her book and looked at the table

rose

Slightly startled, Hermione walked over to it and picked it up to inspect it. The girl knew immediately that he must be around and was probably watching her from somewhere in the library. No matter what To her it was irrational. How could he love her when he had always hated her?

As she was watched by the blonde boy's pale eyes. before he could speak directly to her The boy knew that it was pointless to tell her. Even though he knew that she didn't believe him. But he still chose to say it. He couldn't bear to keep it. and accidentally let her hurt his feelings

Everyone would think it was a complete joke. That he... Draco Malfoy, a pure-blood boy, would fall in love with a Mudblood like Hermione Granger.... Both hearts had different feelings. He loved her. But she thought it was just a joke, even though she probably knew. that it is true

- end -

Come fix the mistake. and fixed some content points as well This story was written very quickly.

I just thought of it and want to post it. If you don't like it, I understand. Haha.

Because Wright still says it's stupid.

P.S. Long fics. This week and next week Wright stops posting. The exam is almost here.

Moreover, Wright is not well. You need to rest a lot. There will be time to update.