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A/N: So school is boring, guys are plain annoying, and I'm already wishing that it was summer vacation again. Haha. I hope all of you that are back in school are having a better time than me. Thank you for your reviews and your advice/comments about the whole guy sitatuon. You're too kind. Short chapter, but important. Only about 2-3 chapters until this story is done!

Much love,

-Gene

December 5

Great Hall

Told Alicia and Katie about my extreme idiotic behavior at the Qudditch pitch, last night. The boys were no where to be found, so I figured it was ok. I left out large bits of where I'd complained about being boyfriendless, though. When I'd finished, Alicia promptly hit me with a pillow and Katie let out a huge groan that sounded like a drunken pirate, which resulted in Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil staring in amusement.

"You dolt! You should have told him you love him!" Alicia hissed.

I nodded, slightly scowling. I already knew I was the biggest moron on the face of the Earth so they didn't have to rub it in.

"Why didn't you?" Katie demanded.

"I don't really know. I guess I got scared. Besides, he's going out with Olivia. How would that help to confess my feelings to him when he isn't even single?" I weakly argued.

Alicia let out a huff of annoyance.

"Hello! That's the entire point. Once you had told Fred you love him, he would have dumped Olivia. Jeez Angie, you're smart but I hate to say it, you lack all common sense."

Katie tugged on Alicia's sleeve, grinning wickedly.

"Tomorrow's a Friday night, right?" she eagerly wondered.

Alicia frowned and nodded.

"Right, but what does that have to do with anything?" she responded.

Katie waggled her eyebrows.

"I think phase ONE of Operation Red Coats shall commence!"

They both started squealing with excitement and I rolled my eyes, suddenly reminded of little piglets.

December 6

Dorms

You'll never believe what phase one was. Somehow, with the help of Lee, Katie and Alicia stole Fred's journal! First of all, I wasn't even aware that Fred kept a journal. Second of all, I was quite surprised that Lee helped them out. He's always said he doesn't like to meddle with people's love lives.

But I guess Katie threatened Lee and he quickly obliged in the sabotage. I'm guessing it had to do with eliminating that daily snog session we always walk in on.

Katie and Alicia told me it was all for the greater good and they were going to finally make me come to my senses about Fred. I wasn't quite sure how swindling Fred's journal would escort me in this path of discovery but I decided to go with the flow.

Unfortunately, only three pages were filled. The first page was from the first day of school and just listed a whole bunch of new pranks to play on Filch. We read them and had quite a laugh, but were disappointed that there wasn't anything juicy on it.

The second page was from the end of November. It was short but the handwriting was messy and rushed, as though Fred was so mad he couldn't write.

It said:

Merlin, what the hell is Angie thinking? I really don't like that Christian, Pretty-Boy bloke. I say, any guy wearing a pair of pants more expensive than the girl's entire wardrobe should not be trusted! I'm going to keep an eye on this guy, whether she likes it or not.

Katie shot me a "I told you so" look before flipping to the next and final page. This entry was longer and took up about a page. I soaked in the words, hitting me like a sledgehammer, as I read the neat and tiny scrawl.

December 1

I haven't written in this thing for awhile, but that's because nothing's been really bothering me. Life's been the same but lately, I'm starting to question whether or not I like the normality of it all. But I think I'm coming to my breaking point. I really just don't know what the hell to do anymore about this…situation on hand. I'm only kidding myself by denying the fact I'm in love with her. I don't think she really knows and that's a good thing. I don't want any weirdness between us. Although, all this recent fighting has shot down that plan we've been doing.

But she definitely suspects something. There have been so many times that I could have confessed but something is holding me back. Actually, I'm just terrified. What if she rejects me? I'm also afraid I'll break her heart. She's said before she isn't one of those sappy romantics but I know girls.

When it comes down to it, they all expect the Prince Charming and the roses on Valentine's Day and like…ball room dancing and long walks on the beach where we tell each other our life stories. And I'm not like that. I can't be her Knight in Shining Armor, because for too long, I've played the role of The Heartbreaker.

I've never wanted a serious relationship. I mean, I'm nearly seventeen. Why would I want some big commitment when I have the rest of my life to find out who I'm supposed to marry. That is, until now. But when I look at her, I just forget about all of that. I just want to hold her so bad and just be with her. I find myself wanting all of that stuff that comes with romance. Cliches and all. The truth is, I've only been jumping from girl to girl because I thought it would make me forget about her. But that didn't work out either. I don't want to hurt her. It'd just kill me if I did.

I don't know what to do anymore. I thought I had the answers, but now they make no sense at all.

The entry ended and the three of us were deathly silent. My eyes were glued to the page. I just couldn't believe it. Was he talking about me? Of course…but he had never mentioned my name…but that didn't matter, did it? Was I supposed to make the move, take the plunge?

"Well, if that doesn't put an end to your doubts, I don't know what to tell you," Alicia quietly replied.

"But…he never mentioned my name. How do we know it's about me?" I meekly argued.

Katie groaned in frustration and turned to our friend.

"Phase two?" she asked, more of a statement than a question.

Alicia firmly nodded.

"When?" she demanded.

Katie pressed her lips into a tight line.

"Soon. Sooner than expected."

Oh brother…here we go again.

December 10

Transfiguration

Oh my God, McG just announced there's going to be a BALL on the 25th of this month. She called it, the "Yule Ball." I guess it's included with the whole Triwizard Tournament package. It took her nearly ten minutes to get everyone to shut up again. All the girls started conversing about robes and hair and makeup, while the guys silently scoured the room for possible dates.

This just blows a big one. Who the blazes are I supposed to go with? Katie's got Lee; Alicia's with George and Fred's most likely going with… ugh…Olivia. I say most likely, because just yesterday, Lee told me that Fred was going to dump SkeloGirl today. But even if Fred dumps Olivia, he has enough girls swooning at his feet to secure a date.

Myself, on the other hand….I'm going to have a bit of trouble. It's not like I'm a social pariah or anything, but I'm going to have to act fast if I want a decent date. All the good ones are going to be seized pretty quickly. I'm so lame. To think, if I had confessed my feelings to Fred, maybe I would be going with him, instead of sulking around and going on the hunt for a possible victim.

Sigh.

The trials and tribulations of Angelina Johnson.

Leesh and Katie haven't pulled their "phase two" of Operation R.C.A.C. Regardless, I've been watching my back. There's no telling what they'll do.

December 12

Charms

Fred asked me who I was going to the Yule Ball with. Of course, no one has asked me yet. Ok, so Holden Walters asked me on my way to History of Magic, today. But I had to say promptly say no, because

1. He looks like a rabid raccoon

AND

2. He isn't Fred.

I didn't tell Fred about my rejection to Holden. I know it's stupid to turn down a date because he's not my best friend who possibly (but most likely doesn't) have hidden feelings for me, but my logic got flipped upside down ever since I set eyes on the git. Fred looked somewhat agitated, as though he couldn't stand anyone asking with the exception of himself. I lied and told him unfortunately, as of that moment, I would be going stag. He looked relieved and drawled, "Oh."

Oh? Oh? That's all he could say? I frowned.

So then I used his question against him.

"I don't know. Since I broke up with Olivia, I guess my options are pretty vast," he answered.

His answer wasn't smug, though this secure ease that had dripped into his tone annoyed me even more. This was probably one of the biggest things to happen to us, as students, and he was acting as though it was as unimportant as tying his shoes.

And then in a moment of pure and utter insane spontaneity, I calmly suggested, "Well Weasley, if you're coming down to crunch time and all your admiring fans are else preoccupied, maybe we should go together."

I tried to make my voice all low and seductive, like one of those classic muggle actresses from the 1950's. I don't think he worked that well, but seeing as how he didn't run away in fits of hysterical laughter, my attempt was decent. He rose an eyebrow, slyly grinning. I felt my insides turn to mush.

"I'll keep that in mind, Johnson," he resolutely promised.

And then we both went back to copying notes from the blackboard, broadly grinning from ear to ear.