Summary: Well, at least one of the two boys must find their notes in this chapter … because things are going slow here.
A/N: Lucia, I apologize, I did not know that "exchange students" get on your nerves so much. J
Thank you to the rest of everyone who reviewed … a special thanks to those who personally emailed me, Readerworld, and Mouse … with no flames. J
Disclaimer: All characters save Angela belong to JK Rowling
Meet me at Hogsmeade
Chapter 4
In Which Secrets are Told
By happythoughts
Harry went to bed that night feeling extremely exhausted from Quidditch practice earlier that night. But unlike Harry, Ron stayed up for a bit more. It was possibly for the reason of finding a suspicious note in his bag that he could not sleep. He had decided to finish up his charms homework, for he only had 5 more inches to finish up on his parchment.
He first pulled on his paisley maroon pajamas and slipped into bed with his bookbag. He pulled out his parchment and Charms textbook, and rummaged through his bag for his ink and quill. "No, that's not it," Ron thought, pulling out a piece of parchment, "ah! Here it is."
Ron threw the piece of parchment he had pulled out somewhere else and began to finish his essay. After about 5 more minutes, he finished. Satisfied, he looked at his finished work once more and began throwing everything back into his bag. Just as he was about to close up his bookbag, his eyes fell onto the piece of parchment he had pulled out earlier. Filled with curiousity, he opened it, and surprisingly, did not recognize it as his own handwriting. He began to read :
Dearest Ron,
Meet me at the Three Broomsticks on your next visit to Hogsmeade at 7 o'clock. I'll be the one wearing my hair tied up with a silver bow, a purple sweater, and a purple scarf.
Ron gulped. Who in the world would write something like this, let alone give it to someone like him? He reread it several times … When was the next Hogsmeade visit, anyway? What is this person thinking? There could be a million people wearing a purple scarf! How am I supposed to know which one is this one? Ron's mind was filled with these questions for a long time this night, until finally, after about 1 hour, he fell into a deep sleep, and fortunately, not one dream occupied it.
Breakfast was very irritating to Harry that next morning. Ron, Hermione, and even Ginny seemed to be out of it. He tried having forced conversations with all three of them, but each seemed to blow him off everytime. "Really, what is wrong with you three?" he burst out angrily.
Again, they all seemed to ignore him and were each playing with their food. Hermione kept looking over at Neville and then shaking her head, a look of pity on her face. Ron just was swirling his food around, a look of frusteration on his face, and Ginny had her elbows propped up on the table, staring dreamily at nothing particular.
Gathering up his courage, Harry waved his hands energetically in front of Ginny's face. "Earth to Ginny? Hello?"
Ginny jerked out of her rather flattering thoughts. They were about the mysterious note she had gotten a few days earlier. She pictured the mysterious person to be Harry Potter, and they were meeting at Hogsmeade … he was taking her hand and kissing it … saying, "Oh Virginia, how exquisite your face is … how beautiful …"
"GINNY!" yelled Harry again.
"Huh?" asked Ginny again.
"WHAT are you daydreaming about?"
Ginny turned red. She would never ever tell Harry what she had just been thinking, she couldn't even picture herself telling him. "Oh, nothing …"
Harry shook his head exasperatedly. "You seem to be under the same spell as Hermione and Ron today."
"What do you mean by that?" Ginny asked sharply.
Taken back, Harry answered, "Nothing! I mean, it just seems like you three are all out of it today … thinking about something else. See? Hermione keeps on looking over at Neville for some reason, and Ron … I don't know, he's just not eating, which is extremely disturbing, because we all know that Ron eats whenever he gets the chance."
At this statement, he grinned at Ginny. Ginny looked away and smiled weakly back. Oh please don't turn red, Ginny, please …
Luckily, the bell rang for classes to start and Ginny could excuse herself quickly and leave. Ron and Hermione were finally jerked out of their daydreaming and got up with Harry. "See you at Defense, Hermione," said Ron.
" 'Bye," said Hermione. She walked away quickly and heading to the next room to attend Arithmacy.
Groaning, Harry and Ron walked their long way up to Divination. "Why must we have Divination in the morning? It's bad for us … we shouldn't have to suffer to early in the morning," moaned Ron.
"Yeah, but think of it this way, we'll be able to get it over with," added Harry.
"True." They had found their way to the room quickly and walked up the stairs. Immediately, their eyes began to water. Finding their usual seats near the window, they sat down, pulling out their books. Waiting for awhile and chatting with Seamus and Dean, Professor Trelawney finally emerged from the shadows. (Yes, Lavender and Pavarti quivered with excitement.)
"Good morning, everyone. Today we will be examining the movement of the heavens more closely. If you would take out your moon charts …"
Everyone rummaged through their bags and pulled out a new sheet. Following her instructions, they began filling in their horoscopes, according to the movement of the stars.
"Now, the Amor star should be directly across from this star—," Professor Trelawney gasped. She was using Harry's chart as an example. "My dear Harry! The one you love is great danger as I can see from your movement of the stars!"
Pavarti and Lavender gasped … but when they realized that it wasn't Harry who was close to dying, it was the one that he loved … they giggled and looked at Harry. Several people sniggered. But Harry wasn't bothered, he knew too well not to take her seriously. He yawned obviously and muttered, "Of course she's in danger, she's with Snape right now in Potions."
Immediately, he regretted what he had just said. He couldn't believe that he had just said what he had said … unfortunately, Ron had heard him and he could hear him sniggering. "What's that you say, Harry? She's in potions right now?"
"Ron, it was a joke," whispered Harry harshly.
"I'm sure … now all I have to do is find out who has Potions as this time and everything will be okay … hopefully. Because as you know, Professor just predicted that she's … or he's … in great danger," recited Ron, who by the way, was still laughing.
"Ron, get a hold of yourself, I am not gay. Or else I'd be all over you right now," said Harry sniggering.
Ron and him burst out laughing. Fortunately, the bell just rang, deafening their outburst. They hurried down the staircase first, unable to control their laughter anymore.
During Defense Against the Dark Arts, it had begun to snow heavily on the grounds. This meant that anyone who had Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology were excused from classes that day. Fortunately for Harry, Ron, and Hermione, they had herbology during that time, which meant that they were enjoying their hour break in the Gryffindor common room.
"How was Divination?" Hermione asked, already knowing the answer.
"It was hell," Ron and Harry both said in unison. It was their usual answer that they always said whenever Hermione asked them it. Harry began to explain what happened.
"According to my moon chart, it seems that the one that I love is in true danger—,"
"And according to Harry, the one that he loves was in--,"
"RON! Shutup!" burst out Harry.
"Potions!" finished Ron triumphantly.
Hermione started. "The one Harry loves was in potions during that time?" she asked quietly.
Ron attempted to answer Hermione but was muffled by the sounds of someone throwing a pillow at him. Laughing and pulling the pillow away from his face, he answered, "Yes, that's right. Harry seems to fancy someone who was in Potions during Divination."
Hermione smirked at Harry who was blushing crimson red by now. But defending Harry, and thinking of a plan in her head quickly, she said defiantly, "It's okay for Harry to like someone, it's not like you don't like someone, Ron, so I suggest you keep your mouth shut."
Ron's mouth opened and closed in reply. "W-what do you mean by that? How do you know that I like someone?"
"A-ha! So you DO like someone!" exclaimed Hermione joyfully. Her plan had worked.
Ron lay
back into the couch, pouting, obviously furious with himself.
Flushed with her success, Hermione sat back into her own chair, nodding approvingly to Harry who had given her thumbs up, and returned to reading Hogwarts, a History, for the millionth time. But really, she wasn't reading at all. What she was thinking about was two things. Who has Potions when she has Arithmacy and the boys have Divination? And who does Ron exactly like, now that she knows that he does like someone?
"Ugh, I'm exhausted!" sighed Ginny, as she sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Hermione during lunch.
"Why? What's wrong?" asked Hermione.
"In Defense Against the Dark Arts, we had to fight off a horrid sort of monster … and right before that I had Divination, which I almost fell asleep in, and then I had Potions before that … and well, you know how that is," explained Ginny, filling her plate up with all sorts of food.
Luckily, she didn't notice the stares she was receiving from Hermione and Ron. "You say you had Potions this morning?" asked Ron, trying to stifle a laugh.
"Er … yeah, that's right, why?" asked Ginny curiously.
"Was it your first class--,"
"I think we better go to Charms now!" interrupted to Harry, blushing furiously.
"…this morning?" finished Hermione.
"My first class this morning?" asked Ginny again, looking this time at Harry curiously, who was avoiding her eyes.
"I said I think we better go--," started Harry.
"Yes, was it your first class this morning?!" demanded Ron.
"Er …" said Ginny
"Let's GO!" yelled Harry once more.
"Yeah … yeah it was my first class," finished Ginny finally.
Hermione pursed her lips, her shoulders shaking. Ron just looked at Harry … his eyes watering. Harry held his head in his hands … knowing what was going to come next. Ron and Hermione burst out laughing.
"What? What's wrong?" asked Ginny, confused.
"Nothing!" said Harry.
"Well you're in great danger right now, Ginny," said Ron, in between laughing.
"And why is that?" demanded Ginny.
"Ron, shutup… I'm warning you …"
"Because the one that Harry loves is supposed to be in great danger … according to his moon chart. I'm sure Harry wouldn't mind mooning you … hey Harry! Where're you going?" asked Ron as Harry stood up and stomped out of the Great Hall.
"See you later, Ginny," said Hermione, grabbing Ron's arm and leading him out of the hall.
Ginny had to take a few minutes to finally sort out in her head what had just happened. Finally, everything clicked. She gasped. "Harry likes me?" she wondered aloud to herself.
A/N: HAHA! Finally … Ron has found his note, and he obviously isn't bothered with it, he's too occupied with teasing Harry about his prediction … poor Harry. But Ron shouldn't be too giddy, because he's not going to like what's coming up next for him. Please review, and NO FLAMES or else I just may stop writing this story … and none of my fans would want that, would they? No … J
