Ginny picked up the note carefully. Interesting, this rather looked like paper from Lavender's own personal journal, in which she'd tear the paper out to write notes to her friends. How nice that she should so spontaneously find it simply lying idle by a random desk, on the floor. What good luck. Who was she kidding? She'd stolen it. And with eager hands, she unfolded the note, to discover why Lavender had chosen to do what she'd done. She'd been reading Lavender's notes for two days. She wanted to find out why Lavender had had it in for her, because she knew Lavender didn't like Seamus. Unless she had all of a sudden fallen for him one day. She opened the note, and read it. It made sense now, and Ginny smiled maliciously. She had driven Lavender to insanity in the past two weeks, without even meaning to. It was a very nice feeling.

She read the note again. She recognized Lavender's writing, but not the other persons.

Omg, this is not what was supposed to happen! She was supposed to leave Harry alone! And go chasing after Seamus. I can't believe she actually thought I might like Seamus or something. I mean, I know Ginny is kind of naive and all, but you'd think she'd noticed the way Harry has been around her lately. I know he likes her! He gives up on Hermione, and goes running back to Ginny! Why didn't he go running back to me?

I don't know. Dont' ask me... Harry is kind of weird like that. He'll get to liking you eventually, I'm sure of it.

But now what am I supposed to do?

Dump Seamus. The potion is bound to wear off soon anyway... not that it seemed to work too well in the first place.

I was just testing it for Harry... and Seamus was such good friends with Harry. He would've told him, and that would've driven Harry to streams of jealousy... if only he wasn't too busy comforting that redheaded git!

Well, that's a real nice fantasy and all, but he won't like you until he's ready, okay? You can't make him feel. And any potion you try will wear off. Look, Snape is giving us the evil eye, and I'm running out of ink. I'll talk to you about it later.

Ginny fumed with indignation. Oh, she had it in for Lavender all right. Not only would she get her revenge, but she'd also have a date to the dance. One she quite fancied. Harry had just asked her to the Winter Ball. She'd already made plans with Harry, so it's not like she could cancel them now. And even though Seamus had been under the potion's influece at the time, she wasn't so sure she wanted to get involved with him like that again. Then he'd really break her heart, and she didn't know if she could stand that. Harry just seemed so much safer. Even so, things with Harry were getting kind of boring. She wanted to break off whatever they had, and go back to just being friends. She thought things would be easier that way.

"Read this! Would you just look what they wrote about me? Those... ugh. You know what, I'm not even going to sink to thier level."

"Oh, Ginny... how could they be so cruel to you? I'm sorry you had such a bad day... is there anything I can do?"

"Actually, 'Mione, it's been a pretty good day. Harry asked me to the Winter Ball."

"Harry.. asked you...to the dance?" Ginny was suprised, Hermione didn't sound happy at all. She sounded miserable, actually.

"Well, yes. Why?"

"Oh, um nothing. I was just curious."

"Are you... jealous?"

"No! No, of course not!" Hermione had said it a little too quickly.

"You like Harry! I'm your best friend, you can't lie to me... oh gosh, what are you going to do about Ron?"

"I-I don't know. Dump him, I guess." Hermione sounded wistful.

"Do you want me to let Harry know that you're interested?"

"You would do that for me?"

"You broke up with Michael for me, so I owe you one."

"Ginny, you're the best! I just, I don't know what I'll tell Ron. You know, he hasn't even asked me to the dance yet."

"I don't know what you're going to tell him either.. but hopefully he won't freak out." Ginny, knowing Ron, knew this was impossible. But, Ron really hadn't been appreciating Hermione like he used to. Between quidditch practice, school, and his new job at the ministry, there wasn't much time (or patience) left for Hermione. She couldn't help feeling sorry for them; everything seemed to get in the way of thier relationship. The thought lasted only a moment, before she walked out of the room, to inform Harry that she'd have to break off her plans to go to the dance with him.