After a long week full of boredom and too many plant attacks and Transfiguration malfunctions, the trip to Hogsmeade finally arrives, but with it comes a piece of information Albus and I do not take to kindly to.

"You can't go with us?" Al and I exclaim, outraged.

Rose is standing in front of us, looking sheepish. "I…I…" She blinks quickly and whispers, "I have a date."

"A date?" Al says incredulously as I say, "Ooh! A date!"

Rose nods and giggles, blushing. She covers her cheeks and says, "Yeah. A date. So I can't go."

Al wrinkles his nose. "Isn't figuring out what happened to Tumms more important than taking a stroll with a boy that is most likely an annoying prat?"

Rose, instead of going all ape shit on Al like she usually would, just sighs and spins around. "But that's the thing, Al…he's different."

"This is so wonderful!" I gush, hugging her. "You have a date with a guy who doesn't just want to get in your pants!" Rose has lots of "gentleman callers" who think doing that with Rose will make their life.

We jump up and down and she screams, "I know! I know!"

Al grabs our hands and jumps up and down as well. He says in a girly voice, "Oh this is so exciting! I have to do your hair, and makeup, and you must give me all the details after! O. M. G!"

Rose and I laugh and stop jumping. I say, "So who is this mysterious man of yours?" I wiggle my eyebrows and say that in a voice that sounds similar to Albus's. He punches my shoulder lightly.

She grins impishly. "I'll tell you, Em, when he's not around." She waves to both of us and skips off before Albus can object.

Al says to me, "You better tell me who after she tells you."

I smirk. "Do you honestly think there's even a remote possibility I'm going to do that?"

He rolls his eyes but grins. "You're right. I shouldn't have even tried. Now come on; we have to go."

"Wait—what's your plan?"

"You'll see…"

We walk together for a little while on the path to Hogsmeade. It feels like we're walking for hours and hours. Finally, I exclaim, "Tell me your plan right now, or I will Transfigure you into…into…a Bogey-Flavoured Every Flavour Bean!"

Al bursts out laughing. "I knew you couldn't last long! You have no patience. You waited thirty seconds. Thirty seconds! And Emmeline, sorry to burst your bubble, but you can't even turn a red pen into a blue one if you tried!"

I slap him playfully. "Shut up. But will you just tell me already?"

We're getting close to Hogsmeade now, so he better tell me soon. I think Al realizes this, so he sighs and says, "Fine." He reaches under his robes and pulls out a folded silvery something.

Al begins to unfold it and says, "I borrowed this from James, so if we mess it up, he'll kill both of us. Not to mention my dad will, too."

Al finishes unfolding and holds up…a cloak. "What's the cloak for?" I ask, reaching out to touch it.

Al says, "Well…"

I gasp. The spot where my hand is is free of any skin-like object. "Where'd my hand go?" I ask, pulling my arm back. My hand reappears. I start shaking it around; it's really there. "What the…?"

Albus smiles at the utterly bamboozled expression on my face. "It's an Invisibility Cloak," he says haughtily. "My dad's Invisibility Cloak. It's how we're going to get in the Three Broomsticks. If James hadn't gone in and ordered firewhiskey for all of Gryffindor two years back, this wouldn't be necessary. But at least we can get in. I'm actually glad Rose couldn't come because it's not big enough for all three of us. Feet without people probably wouldn't go over well." He grins.

I laugh and say, "Yeah, that would be bad. But this…this is great! We are so going to find out what happened to Tumms!" I frown. "But…if we're invisible, how are we going to talk to the bartender?"

Al says, "Yeah, I thought about that. We can't." He smiles mischievously. "But I know someone else we can talk to…"

"Who?" I ask eagerly as he shakes out the cloak, his fingertips completely missing.

He grins again. "You'll see."

I glare at him. Ugh, how he loves to try my patience. "Do you want me to slap you again?"

He laughs. "No, but I love annoying you, so I think I can handle a little whap from the world's weakest slapper."

I argue, "I am too strong!" I smack him. "See, didn't that hurt?"

He smiles. "No."

I scowl, hit him with all my might (and I just get another laugh), and begin to walk again. "I hate you, Albus."

"Love you too, Em."

We walk in silence for a second. Hogsmeade comes into view. I hear laughter coming from the village. I smile. Then Albus pulls me into a bush, dead because of the cold.

"What are you doing?" I hiss as thorns poke my face. But Albus is nowhere to be seen. Then, someone pulls me through the bush to the other side, into a small, snowy clearing surrounded by rocks and trees.

Someone taps on my shoulder and says, "Boo."

I begin to scream, but a hand claps over my mouth. Albus is standing behind me, shaking with laughter.

"You…get…scared…so…easily," he says between chortles, laughing his head off.

"Oh, very funny," I say with his hand still on my mouth. He lets go. I say more clearly, "Why are we here?"

"So no one sees us pull a cloak over our heads and disappear, dummy," he says, smiling and coming to stand in front of me.

"Now," Al says, "we have to stand close together, otherwise we won't fit." He stands closer to me, so close that I can see each sparkle in his amazing green eyes.

As I look up at him, I realize how good-looking he actually is. Out of the awkward phase, Al's tall form suits him. His broad shoulders and lean, muscular body make my heart thump loudly in my chest. Those eyes sparkle even more, and his red lips move to form the word, "Emmeline…"'

Those lips come crashing down on mine. My arms find their way around his neck, and he pulls me closer to him. We fit perfectly together.

Instead of the soft, sweet kiss I'd expect from Al, it's fiery and passionate. His lips press hard on mine urgently, as if I'm going to disappear, or if it's all a big dream. I hope it's not…

All I can sense is his lips on mine and how much I never want this moment to end…

He pulls away finally, and we're both breathing heavily. I have no idea how that just happened, but all I can think is, I just kissed Al. I JUST KISSED ALBUS POTTER!

He's smiling at me in a way that makes me feel like the only girl in the world. Before I can say anything, he says, "We probably should go through with the plan now."

I nod, but I barely register what he's saying. Al pulls the cloak over us, and we go through the bush again, arriving in a bustling Hogsmeade that's completely unaware of what just happened behind that dead bush.

"To the Three Broomsticks," Al whispers, and we set off.

(A/N: I'm sorry I took so long again! School's been rough ever since it began again, and I just haven't had time. But I'm definitely not going to leave you hanging like this for long! And I promise James isn't out of the picture…mwhahahaha :)

P.S. They will go through with the plan, I promise! And you will be very surprised to see where Rose is…although I'm not going to tell you just yet…mwhahahaha again! :) Well, byebye for now!)

Note: J.K. Rowling owns HP. I do not own it. All other characters (i.e. Emmeline) are mine.