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I poked Angelina awake at the end of Transfiguration. We had lunch next period and Angelina had drooled all over her notes.

"Wake up already!" I said, getting annoyed.

"Just...5 more minutes," she sighed, further burying her head into her arms.

"No!" I said, shaking her now, "Wake up now!"

Finally she snapped upright, as if nothing even happened, and stood up. She gave me an odd look, "What are you just standing there for?"

"...You... Forget it," I said, pushing her along, "I'm hungry."

"Me too," Angelina said, rubbing her stomach, "I hope we're having spaghetti."

We walked quickly over to the great hall. The table of Gryffindors were all sitting and chatting happily. Even though I was a Slytherin I tended to associate with all the houses. I glanced over to a certain Gryffindor, Amy Penny. She was a nice kid with shoulder length permed, brown hair with brown eyes. She had on a skirt, button up shirt and coat all in Gryffindor colors. She looked over at me and smiled.

I waved, momentarily stopping, and then she stood up to say hello to me.

"Hi Amy," I said, walking over to her.

"What's up Julie?" she asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oh I'm fantastic!" I said excitedly, "Draco knows who I am!"

"Well you are in the same house," Amy laughed.

"Do you know everyone in your house?"

"Er...no..."

"Exactly."

"Anyway," Amy sighed, "So he knows who you are. So what? If you're so excited over that then I wonder if you'll drop dead if he asks you out?"

"Well what about you?!" I said, "You practically swoon every time Oliver Wood walks past."

"OLI?!" Amy shouted, looking around excitedly, "Aww...I thought he walked past..."

"Oi," I said, "See what I mean?"

"No?"

"Be in denial then."

"Ok!"

"I'll see you later," I smiled.

"Eat a good lunch!"

I hurried back to the Slytherin table and sat next to Angelina. She had already plopped her plate full of food and was eating.

"Thanks for waiting," I said wryly.

"Anytime," she said in between bites.

I ate some salad and a turkey sandwich amid slurps of pumpkin juice. As we were finishing off our meals Angelina initiated conversation.

"I've been thinking..." Angelina started.

"Don't hurt yourself," I said.

"Oh shut up you fuckhole," Angelina grinned, smacking me on the head, causing me to spill my pumpkin juice all over the front of me, "Haha look what you did."

"Look what I did?" I growled, "Sure, whatever. Everything is my fault."

"I know. You should really do something about that."

"I'll try," I said, wiping off the juice.

"As I was saying," Angelina resumed, "I've been thinking...why hasn't Harry Potter asked me out yet?"

I choked on my pumpkin juice, as I laughed, "Awfully full of yourself aren't you!"

"Well I'm simply addressing this problem up front," Angelina said casually, "I mean I'm good looking, I have a great personality, and let's face it...I'm the best artist around. So why wouldn't he want to date me? Sure I thought he was scrawny and a big time nerd when we were first years, but, damn, he's gotten hot!"

"Again," I said, "Awfully full of yourself aren't you?"

"I'm just being truthful."

"Why don't you just ask him out then?" I suggested, picking at a brownie, "I mean if you're all that how could he possibly resist you?"

"He can't," Angelina said, "But he may be too embarrassed to ask me out."

"So then your only choice is to ask him out."

"Or I can subtly hint to his friend, what's his face, Roland that Harry should ask me out because I'm interested," Angelina smirked.

"I'd like to see that," I coughed.

"And what's that suppose to mean?" Angelina said, glaring over at me.

"Oh just the fact that I don't think being subtle is in your genetic code," I smirked, "would make the whole process so much more entertaining."

"Don't use such big explanations," Angelina griped, "Remember who you're talking to. Speak as if you were talking to a child. Slowly. Small words."

"Fine. I'll give you the abridged version," I snapped, "You aren't subtle. Thus the whole idea of you being subtle is beyond my reasoning."

"I don't think a child would comprehend that."

"Well last time I checked you weren't a child!"

"You never know."

"Just eat your carrot," I said, poking her carrot on her plate with my fork.

"I don't want it," she replied, making a face.

"Fine!" I said, shoving it in my mouth and chewing, "Yum, yum."

"Good girl," Angelina said, patting my head.

We stood up, picked up our things again, and headed out of the great hall. But not before Angelina stopped me as we approached the Gryffindor table.

"Psst," she said loudly, as if there was actually something to whisper about.

"What?" I asked.

"Let's go tell Robby about what we discussed."

"Sure," I said, not bothering to correct her because I knew that she didn't really give a flying fluke if his name was Ron or Buttercup.

Angelina walked what I assumed to be some sort of sly 'you can't see me approaching you' walk, and sat down in the empty space across from Ron.

Ron had grown up since first year as well. He had gotten taller, if physically possible, and had his hair spiked. He had managed to get a nice natural tan and a good set of muscles. He also didn't have lunch with Harry or Hermione this year. We were free to talk to him openly.

I sat down next to Angelina and smiled good-naturedly to him.

"Hello," Angelina said.

"What do a bunch of Slytherins want?" Ron asked hotly, glaring quite particularly at me.

However he still seemed to be quite prejudice to other houses.

"What do you mean?" Angelina asked, "Don't get smart with me. I just came over to say hello!"

"No, you didn't," I said, "Can we just get straight to the point? Really we'll be late for your tutor."

"I don't have a tutor."

"Stop trying to deny it," I said, "You're stupid. You have a tutor. Who is failing miserably I might add at making you smarter."

"I might also add that you may need to shut your gigantic trap before I put my fist in it," Angelina said as nicely as a threat could be said.

"If you came over here to argue amongst yourselves do it somewhere else," Ron said, "I'd rather not talk to you anyway."

"Listen here Robert," Angelina said, giving him her best glare, "You're being awfully mean! We didn't do anything to you."

He gave her a quick glance and then resumed to glaring at me.

"Or at least not yet," she added thoughtfully.

"Excuse her," I said, again trying to give Ron a smile, "She's not the brightest bulb in the box."

She gave me another 'speak again and die' looks and I nudged her, "His name is Ron," I hissed into her ear.

"Oh," she said, "Sorry. Your name's...Ron."

"Right."

"Yes," I said, confirming it, "And my friend has no manners either. Sorry. We didn't mean to come off rude. We just forgot to introduce ourselves."

"Oh," Angelina repeated, "Right. I'm Angelina. Angelina Luster."

"And my name is Julie," I said, sticking my hand out, trying my best to seem friendly, "Julie Harding. 6th year Slytherin. Nice to meet you."

Ron looked suspiciously at my hand. I smiled at him again and said, "Don't worry I don't bite."

He seemed to consider this and took my hand slowly. He had a firm grip and for a moment I thought he was going to try and crush my hand but he gave it a good shake and let go.

'Great,' I thought to myself, 'He hates us and has strength like a wrestler. This meeting can't go too well.'

"Well back to me," Angelina said, "I was wondering..."

'Here it comes,' I mused, 'The art of subtly...killed and mauled repeatedly by Angelina Luster.'

"Can you tell Harry not to be shy about asking me out?" she finished, "I mean he's hot, I'm hot, so...what's the problem? He should definitely ask me out soon."

I tried to contain my laughter, but I was failing. I snorted softly, just soft enough that Angelina's deaf ears couldn't tell. Ron noticed that I was grinning uncontrollably. And, to my amazement, he smiled at me. Not a wimpy smile either. A full, all out grin. Maybe he didn't hate us all that much.

"So?" Angelina supplied, "What do you think?"

"I don't know," Ron said, "I mean...I...don't think he really knows you."

"Doesn't know me?" Angelina scoffed, "I've only been staring at him in 5th period Care of Magical Creatures for 4 days!"

I snorted softly again. I wondered if Angelina heard herself if she would laugh.

Ron caught my eyes again gave me a questioning look.

"Yes," I said, trying not to giggle, "This is a serious question. Angelina is not just being arrogant."

"Oh," Ron said, "Well...um...I'd have to ask him."

"Well you do that," Angelina said, "And stop flirting with my friend. Julie doesn't like boys."

"WHAT?!" I screamed, hitting her, "I do too like boys!"

"Jeez!" Angelina said, acting like I was in the wrong, "What'd you do that for? I was going to say you only like men. What did you think I meant?!"

"You're weird do you know that?" I said, hitting her again for good measure.

"Hehe," Angelina replied, knowing full well what she said, but acting innocent anyway.

"I-I wasn't flirting with her," Ron said, turning an odd shade of maroon, "But it's nice to know she likes boys...er...men."

"Yeah well," Angelina said, "She only likes specific men. As in if you aren't Draco Malfoy or Tim you'd best not even try to hit on her."

"Tim? Who's Tim?" Ron asked.

"No one!" I said quickly.

"And as for Malfoy," Ron said making a face, "Who would like him?!"

"Julie does," Angelina said, "And apparently he finds her very attractive and wonderful."

"Angelina you're lying again," I said, "Draco only knows that I exist somewhere in the Slytherin household."

"But...you like him?" Ron asked again.

"Well..." I blushed, "M-maybe."

"Now who's lying?" Angelina said loudly, "You love him!"

"Will you shut up?" I asked.

"No."

"Anyway," Ron said, cutting in, "I'll talk to Harry about you okay?"

"That would be lovely. Thanks."

"Sure," Ron replied.

Angelina stood up and began to walk out of the great hall. I was getting up when I felt a hand touch my arm lightly.

"Um...Julie?" Ron asked, going that odd shade of maroon again.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"S-So there's no chance of us...um...I mean there's no chance that you would want to go out with me...on a double date of course with Angelina and Harry if he agrees?"

"You want to go out with me? On a double date?" I asked, blinking.

"W-Well sort of... I mean...er...only if you want to," he replied.

"Sure," I said, naturally without thinking, "I mean you're a nice guy."

"R-Really?" he beamed.

"Yup."

"Okay then!" he said, "Bye!"

'What an odd person,' I smiled to myself as I followed Angelina out of the great hall.

Of course at that time I didn't actually think it was a possibility that Harry would even agree to meet with Angelina let alone date her. Of course...I'm not always right. Unfortunately.

Frodo-lover81: Hey Erry! Thanks for reviewing!! I'm glad you liked my story! I figured it was about time that I did a HP one w/ me in it! Tell De I hope she likes her part too.

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Angelina: Yes, you monster, you're in this story. When are you going to finish that lord of the rings one?! Anyway keep reading future chapters I guess. You just promote this story cause you're in it. lol.