Summary: Ginny and Hermione are talking to their friend one night, separately, about two certain people.  What they don't know, is that once they tell that person they're darkest secrets, that person is already forming a plan in its head. 

A/N:  Hey everyone, bear with me.  I have definitely been going to writer's block for the past 2 stories that I've made … I've even had to delete one because it wasn't going how I wanted it to be.  Review if you feel like it, but it really puts me in a good mood when I get reviews … good ones, that is.  Thanx! J

Disclaimer:  No characters belong to me in this story except Angela. 

Chapter 1

Promise Not To Tell?

By happythoughts

            "Oy, Ginny, what's up with you? You look terrible," said Ginny's friend, Angela, who was sitting on her bed in their dorms. 

            "Thanks a lot, I needed that," replied Ginny sarcastically.

            "No, for real, what's wrong?" she asked again, twirling her golden locks in her finger.  "Wait, no, don't tell me … it's that Potter boy again, isn't it?" 

            Ginny laughed.  Angela was from America, and she had the funniest way of talking.  And she always made Ginny laugh, that's what she liked about her most.  "How'd you know?"

            This time Angela laughed.  "Honey, you always have that look on your face whenever you're thinking about him.  What happened with him now?"

            Ginny sat down on the foot on Angela's bed.  "You promise not to tell?"

            "Promise."

            "Okay, here's what happened.  I was sitting in my chair down in the common room, reading a book, right?  So I looked over at Harry once—,"

            "Once? Yeah right, probably about a million times," interrupted Angela. 

            "Oh shutup! Let me finish.  Okay, so when I'm looking at him, he looks back at me!" exclaimed Ginny excitedly.

            "And?"

            "Well, then we just kind of looked at each other for awhile, until he smiled at me and then you know what he did?"  asked Ginny breathlessly.

            "Ginny, how could I know what he did if I wasn't even there?!" asked Angela exasperately.

            "He waved at me and gave me a wink! AAAHH!" screamed Ginny.

            "Oh, hey, that's great.  Good for you, Ginny," said Angela.  "But, why do I have to promise not to tell something like that?"

            "Well … because if someone finds out that I told you, Harry will eventually find out and he will think that I think that he likes me just because he smiled at me," explained Ginny.

            Angela had to think about what Ginny said for a second.  "He will find out that you told me and then he'll think that you like him … OH! Oh okay, I get it, sorry.  It's a lil' confusing. So, what are you going to do about it?"

            "What do you mean, what am I going to do about it? Nothing, I'm just going to act like nothing happened," answered Ginny.

            "Ginny! When a guy winks at you and waves, there's definitely something goin' on there," said Angela.

            "Really?"

            "Yes, duh!" said Angela.

            Ginny giggled, "Duh! What's that mean?"

            "Um … it kind of means … well you say it when someone is acting stupid," said Angela.

            "Oh. Okay, that's da bomb, right?" said Ginny, trying to act American.

            "Um … Ginny? Never say that again, okay?" said Angela, embarrassed for Ginny.

            "Sorry," said Ginny sheepishly.

            "Alright guys, I'm tired.  Ron, see you upstairs?" said Harry standing up, yawning.

            "Yeah, sure, I just have to finish this essay for Flitwick," said Ron hurriedly.

            " 'Night, Harry," said Hermione.

            Harry gave her a knowing look, when he realized that he would be leaving Hermione alone with Ron.  Hermione glared back at him.  He smiled devilishly and ran up the stairs before Hermione could say anything.

            When Hermione was sure that Harry was gone, she cautiously ran a hand through her hair, making sure that it wasn't being frizzy and bushy.  She adjusted her robes and glanced at Ron quickly, making sure that he wasn't looking.  Unfortunately, he was.

            "What?" snapped Hermione. 

            "Er—nothing."

            "Then stop looking at me," said Hermione.  Automatically she smacked herself in the forehead mentally. 

            Ron went back to his work, his ears red.  Hermione gazed at him intently.  He had just gotten a new haircut, and unfortunately the spell that he had used hadn't worked.  He at first had a buzz cut, but he thought it was too short, so he wanted to make his hair a little bit longer. Unfortunately, it did make it longer.  MUCH longer.  It was right at his chin.  Surprisingly, he had gone to her for help to undo the spell. She took him to her dormitory and performed a spell.  It had left his hair spiked, and to her opinion, he looked extremely cute with it.

            "Now what are YOU looking at?" snapped Ron, jerking Hermione out of her thoughts.

            "Ha, not much," said Hermione coolly.

            Ron went even redder, and slammed his book shut.  "I'm going upstairs.  'Night."

            "Good night," said Hermione, furious with herself.  Their moment alone hadn't even lasted 10 minutes. 

            When Ron left, Hermione walked across to the almost deserted common room towards the fireplace.  "Hey girl, what's up?" piped up Angela, who was writing something.

            "Not too much.  What're you writing?" asked Hermione, plopping down on the couch next to Angela.

            "Um … nothing, just doodling.  What's up with you?"

            "What is it this time, Ron?" asked Angela knowingly.

            "What do you mean by that?" asked Hermione defiantly.

            Angela laughed.  "C'mon Hermione, don't deny it.  You know you dig him, just tell me. It's not like I didn't know already."

            "Well you're wrong. I don't like him."

            "Okay, whatever you say.  So, what happened? You make him mad, or he make you mad?" said Angela, still writing.

            "Wow, you're good.  Okay, okay … I got him mad.  But really, he shouldn't have been mad, all I did was reply to him coolly … nothing big."

            "You guys crack me up … so.  What are you going to do about it, hmm?"

            "What do you mean, what am I going to do about it?" asked Hermione.

            "This is the exact conversation I had with Ginny 15 minutes ago.  C'mon, Hermione, if you like him so much, just ask him out.  No biggy. And if he turns you down, I'll go over and bitchslap him. That's all," said Angela.

            "Angela! Shhh!" whispered Hermione.

            "Hermione, no one's here. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, just ask him out.  Unless you want me to," offered Angela.

            "No! I mean … thanks, but no.  I just couldn't bear if he said no, which is most probably what he would say," said Hermione, sounding somewhat depressed.

            Angela let out an exasperated sigh.  "Hermione, either you do something about it, or I will.  Well I'm gonna go to sleep now, lots of work to do tomorrow."

            "Angela, it's Friday.  We're off tomorrow," said Hermione.

            "Oh you know how it is, I want to get my homework done so I can enjoy the rest of the weekend."

            "Hmm … okay, good night," said Hermione skeptically.

            Angela hurried away and jumped into her bed.  She glanced at the photo on her night table.  It was a picture of her and her old boyfriend, Shea, who she had to leave when she found out she was going to be attending Hogwarts.  They had broken up just before she left, but they continued to keep in touch with each other.  They mutually agreed that they could date other people, too.  And surprisingly, the first day she had arrived at Hogwarts, 5 boys already asked her out.  Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, a boy from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and to her disgust, Draco Malfoy.  Out of all of them, Seamus Finnigan seemed to be the one that she was most attractive to, and so far, they had become great friends, and becoming more than just friends.  Of course, she was now rivals with Lavender Brown, but who cared about her? She kissed Shea good night and went to sleep, her last thought saying, "If only those two girls knew what was in store for them."

A/N:  Well people? What do you think? What do you think is going to happen with Hermione and Ginny? You'll get more hints in the 2nd chapter.  Actually, you'll get the whole thing in the 2nd chapter. Review please, thanks!