Plans, Parties, Potions, and Pastries and a Promise

A/N-This is my story for perfectlyimperfect81's Valentine's Day Prank Competition. I hope you like it! It's five chapters and each chapter is one of the words in the title (the chapters are in the same order as the title).

Chapter One: Plans

It was exactly five days before Valentine's Day and I was lying in my bed as the clock struck twelve, thinking about one person. Harry Potter, The Chosen One. I was in love with him. I was hoping on Valentine's Day he would do something totally romantic for me. I didn't know what yet, but something. I would think of something. I was Romilda Vane. I smiled contently into the darkness, rolled over and fell asleep.

"Romilda? Romilda Vane? Are you up?" That could only be Ellie. Ellie was one of my best friends. Just to get on her nerves, I pretended to snore.

"Great, she isn't up. Hey get the ice bucket, will ya?" She yelled to someone and I could almost see the triumphant smile on her face. She knew I hated the ice bucket with all my heart and soul (even if this was how she got me up every morning).

"I'm up, I'm up. Jeez, Ellie, you shouldn't worry so much," I told her matter-of-factly. My eyes were still closed, but I could almost see her rolling hers.

"Anyway, classes start in half an hour and you have to have breakfast," I stood up in an instant and glared at all if them.

"Why didn't you wake me up before?" I yelled at them.

"Cause," Ellie said popping her bubble gum.

"But now I'm going to be late for class!"

"Jeez, Romilda, you shouldn't worry so much," She said, hands on her hips mocking me. Then she threw her head up and laughed.

"See you at breakfast, sleepyhead," She popped her gum and left.

Later that day in Charms, I told Ellie about my plan.

"It's simple," I said matter-of-factly, "Figure out some way to get Harry Potter to like me, and then he'll ask me out."

"And how will you do that?" She said and I could see her rolling her gum around in her mouth. Ellie needs gum. It keeps her calm and focused. One day, she ran out and got super hyper. It was scary. She even has gum next to her bed so when she wakes up she can just put it in her mouth.

"That's the part I haven't figured out yet," I explained patiently.

"Uh-huh. So let's say you somehow make him fall in love with you in five days. You know your average major crush. What if he's too scared to admit to you that he likes you? Ro, (I hate that nickname, but that's probably why she calls me that) what if it doesn't work?

"It will. I just need him to fall so deeply in love with me that asking me out is no biggy, and if I say no, his whole world will fall to pieces."

"Ro, that's not going to happen. That's got to be a serious crush. I mean, like love potion serious. Ro? Ro, can you even hear me? Ro, are you listening?" But I wasn't. I had tuned out after love potion. Flitwick dismissed us, and that was my last class for the day. I had tons of homework, but I didn't care. My mind was working out a plan that could not, would not fail.