Summary: FINALLY! Harry has found his note in his bag … HOW LONG did it take him to find it? I dunno … a whole week I think? Well, let's just imagine that he has a very messy bookbag, okay? And so anyways, Harry finds his note here, and now all four of them have found the note. The Hogsmeade visit is approaching and all four of them are under complete stress, trying to keep in their notes … STILL not knowing that all of them received almost the same exact ones. Angela and Seamus are giddy and are trying to keep it in that they know about it, but it is rather hard … what with seeing the four of them being extremely jumpy and nervous all the time.
A/N: WOW! 66 reviews?? That's a whole bunch! Thank you so much! That's the most that anyone has ever reviewed one of my stories ….
Also, someone by the name of Andie I think reviewed and asked, Is Angela trying to ruin relationships or help them? I think everyone knows that answer by now … anyway, why would she being doing that when she is hanging out with Seamus? But that is a very good question.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling … wait a minute … NO! Not ALL characters … all of them EXCEPT Angela … hehehe lucky me!
Meet me at Hogsmeade
Chapter 5
All Tensed Up
By happythoughts
Everything was going along well with Angela's plan … Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had all received their notes, as far as she knew, Ron and Harry were definitely going to have Zonko's bags, and Hermione and Ginny were still going to wear those certain outfits. Yes, she'd say that everything was going great. Except for one thing …
Harry still hadn't found his note. Angela sensed this because he hadn't showed any of the symptoms of nervousness that the other three had shown when they found their notes. There were only three more days left until Saturday, the day of the Hogsmeade trip, and he still hadn't found it. Angela was beginning to panic.
"Seamus!" Angela whispered to Seamus sharply one evening in the common room.
He jerked his head towards here and mouthed, "What?"
She beckoned for him to come over to her so she could speak without disturbing others. Getting up reluctantly from his conversation with Dean, he headed towards her. "What's up?" he asked.
"Harry hasn't found his note, that's what's up!" Angela said.
"Oh … are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm positive. He hasn't shown any hints or symptoms like the others."
Seamus snorted. "Symptoms?"
"Oh, you know what I mean," said Angela exasperately, "I mean, all the others are always fidgeting and looking around at people nervously, but not Harry! Seamus, if he doesn't find his note …"
"Okay! I'll make sure that he finds it … somehow …"
Harry was sitting in Charms class the next day, taking notes on how to transfigure humans into animals. Quite keen on learning how to do this (he especially wanted to try it on himself) he was taking more notes than usual. Suddenly, he felt a nudge on his back. Unwillingly, he stopped taking notes and turned around to find himself facing Seamus.
"Do you have another quill? My tip broke," he said expectantly.
"Er … hold on, let me check," said Harry. A little irritated, he started rummaging through his bag looking for one. Why couldn't he just ask Dean for a quill? He was sitting right next to him. Ah, there's one! Oh wait … that's a piece of parchment … oh here's one.
"Here," said Harry, thrusting it into Seamus's hand.
"Thanks," Seamus said. He kept looking at Harry expectantly.
"What?" whispered Harry, getting more and more annoyed.
"Er – nothing …"
Harry turned around again. He had missed a full five minutes of note taking in the class. He started copying off of Hermione's neat handwriting, trying to catch up.
At the end of class, Seamus handed Harry's quill back, thanking him. Harry opened his bookbag once more and was trying to put his books back in. Unfortunately, due to the large size of books that took up most of the space … and crumpled up pieces of paper … he couldn't put them back in. Telling Ron and Hermione that he would catch up with them, he started pulling everything out. He was throwing out all the parchments that were useless to make more room.
"Late book slip … detention slip … oops, gotta keep that one … no … no, I don't need that …" Harry murmured to himself. He picked up a rather small piece of paper, and was about to throw it away when he noticed the neat handwriting … which meant that it was not his. He opened it curiously.
Dearest Harry,
Meet me at the Three Broomsticks on your next visit to Hogsmeade at 7 o'clock. I'll be the one wearing a silver clip in my hair and a red yellow scarf.
Harry stared. Who in the world would write him a note like that? Dearest Harry? No one ever said "dearest" anymore … at least not that he knew of – "Mr. Potter!"
Professor McGonagall was peering down at him over her spectacles. Giving a start, Harry looked up. "Er … yes?"
"Would you mind leaving my classroom? I have other students to tend to, you know," she barked.
"Uh … yeah, sure. Sorry," Harry said, embarrassedly. He threw everything back into his bookbag, except the note.
Five minutes later, Harry made it into Defense Against the Dark Arts, surprisingly just in time. He ran into the room and found a seat that was saved for him by Ron. Everyone turned to look at him. He stopped and looked at everything and walked with his head down, paper still clutched in his hand.
Seamus grinned to himself. Harry had found the note.
It wasn't until dinner that Seamus could finally see Angela and tell her the good news. Rushing to the Great Hall, his eyes scanned the room and he found her sitting next to Ginny. He hurried towards her and sat down next to her, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. He knew the consequence of this. For the rest of the dinner, he was given death stares from Lavender.
Unknown to anyone except him and Angela, they had made a secret signal to show if Harry had found the note or not. And do you know what that secret signal was? The peck on the cheek? Exactly. Angela beamed with pleasure … and fooled Ginny into thinking that she was beaming with pleasure because of the kiss, not because Harry had found the note.
"Aww … Angela's blushing!" teased Ginny, pointing at her.
Angela and Seamus stole a glance at each other and tried to keep from laughing. "That's right!" said Angela, trying to cover it up.
"So, are we still on for Hogsmeade?" asked Seamus to Angela.
"Yup. We have to stop at the Three Broomsticks, of course. I still haven't tried out the butterbeer," said Angela.
At this mention of the Three Broomsticks, this time Ginny started blushing. Angela noticed this and tried not to smirk. "So, are you going to hang out with Hermione?" she asked.
"Er … yes, I suppose … but I'm not sure. I may just walk around by myself," said Ginny, avoiding Angela's eyes.
"Oh … okay. Well, you can hang out with me and Seamus, if you want, right?" said Angela.
"What? I thought we were gonna watch--,"
"Yeah! You can hang out with us!" said Angela, answering her own question, and glaring at Seamus.
"Oh, right … yeah," said Seamus, smiling weakly.
For the rest of the dinner, Angela and Seamus tried not to let it slip about their whole plan. Ginny kept quiet for the rest of it, and excused herself only 10 minutes after that conversation. Angela and Seamus could breath again.
Around seven o' clock, Harry and Ron came moping into the common room from Quidditch practice. "Practice tough, boys?" questioned Hermione.
"You could say that," answered Harry, flopping into the couch next to Hermione.
"Why, what happened?"
"Well--,"
"Harry was in another world, that's it. He didn't catch the snitch for the whole practice until two hours later … when it was supposed to end," answered Ron.
"Why thank you, Ron, I thought I could speak for myself," said Harry sarcastically. He was still rather mad at Ron for telling Ginny about the whole incident in Divination. "Yeah, I'll admit that I was a little out of it … but you were too, Ron!" said Harry, seeing that Ron was about to interrupt him again.
"Well, at least you're off from this weekend from any games. It's Hogsmeade, remember?" said Hermione.
Hermione felt Harry tense up next to her. "You are going, aren't you?" she asked him.
"What? Oh … er, yeah. At least I think so?" he answered.
"What about you, Ron?" she asked.
"Er … yeah?" he squeaked back.
"Honestly, what is wrong with you two? Just 2 weeks ago you were complaining that you had run out of Dungbombs! Now you're hesitant on whether you're going or not?"
(Obviously, Hermione's little mysterious note was not affecting her at all. She thinks that she has resolved her differences with Neville … hehe)
Ron changed the subject. "So! How about that charms class, today, eh?"
Awhile into the conversation, Harry stopped listening to Hermione and Ron bickering. He started fidgeting with a pillow, and his mind wandered onto different things … like the note. Not having a single clue on who it could be, he looked around the room. He found Lavender hanging out with Pavarti and Dean … and he knew that it couldn't be the two of them because Pavarti was with Dean, and Lavender was still for Seamus … even though he was with Angela … and it definitely couldn't be Hermione. But who? His eyes fell on a little body curled up on a window seat reading a book. Then he noticed the flaming red hair. His heart felt like someone had clenched a steel, cold hand around it. Remembering that she possibly knew that he somewhat fancied her, he was burning with embarrassment. Harry gasped. "Ginny?"
A/N: Mwuahahaha … this is getting GOOD! I can't wait to write the next chapter, but I'm afraid I must be getting to bed now! Stay tuned and keep reviewing! J
