As she sat hard in her chair, Hermione tried to not panic. She could have lost it anywhere; it didn’t mean it was on the floor of the greenhouse. Knowing her luck though, it probably was. What if Neville found it? Would he read it? Would he know it was her that wrote it? Of course he would, but what would he do? He’d never given her any indication he thought of her as more than a friend and colleague. Just as she was getting her nerves settled, a parchment in the shape of a rose floated towards her. Curios, Hermione held her hand out and marveled at the beautiful flower. Who would send her such a thing? Then the flower opened and Hermione realized what it was, it was her parchment, the one she had lost. However, her smile almost hurt it was so wide.