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-A/N: Once again, thanks for the reviews. It made a nice birthday present. Haha.

To All the Old Fans:

Hey guys, thank you for reviewing once more! I'm glad you haven't forgotten about me. I really appreciate your support and your kindness. You really are the reason why I decided to come back.

To All the New Ones:

Thanks for checking out my story and liking what you've read so far! I promise I won't disappoint you.

Sweet Sarcasm: Haha thanks, you're too kind. Eh, I don't remember the girl's pen name. Actually, I just banished it from my memory because thinking about it makes me so irked. Lol. Oh well, what can you do, right? What's done is done.

Kouga'sonlytruelove: Though I respect your opinion, I'm a hard-core Ron/Hermione shipper. Lol, I don't want to get into a big debate or anything, but I think quite a few people would agree that there's enough evidence to say that those two are going to hook up. Haha. But thank you, thank you, thank you for your review and thank you for taking the time to check out my story.

Stay cool,

Gene Kelly

September 10

Great Hall

So, it's currently lunchtime and (surprise, surprise) the boys are stuffing their faces with anything edible. Classes have been going all right, so far. They aren't exactly so difficult to the point that I don't comprehend anything but each lesson is very challenging. So challenging in fact, that Fred insists on copying my homework now and again. He's always too busy setting up a date DURING class to bother to pay attention. Either that or him, Lee and George are conspiring another practical joke. I swear; those three are the least mature sixteen-year-olds I've ever met. Fred is the head of this band of immaturity, though.

But he's just so cute…..

AH! Stop it Angelina! Get a hold of yourself. But then again, judging from the exterior, you would never guess Frederick Weasley could be such a git. I mean, he's got that mischievous, boyish smile that's so alluring that you can't help smile too, in hopes of discovering what he's smiling about. There's the charm, of course, no matter how much I'd like to deny it. The boy can talk just about anyone into anything. And…

Wow, all right. I'd better stop before I seriously injure myself.

"Day dreaming about Fred, again?" Katie demands with a grin.

At this, Alicia stops chatting with Wendy Hinkhouse to join in on the discussion. I look towards Fred, who of course is sitting with his twin and Lee. They're a few seats down but I check anyway, to make sure they aren't listening. Fortunately, the boys are too busy engaging in their usual conversation of '101 Ways To Annoy Snape' to even notice that I exist.

I glare at Katie and Alicia, pushing my food around on my half-full plate.

"Don't hold your breath. Besides, was it you or Alicia that knocked into that garbage can during Transfiguration because they were too busy staring at the back of Lee's head?" I snicker.

Alicia chuckles, remembering the incident all too well. The three of us were walking into Mcgonagall's class, the boys a few meters in front of us. Katie must not have been watching where she was going, or rather was too content watching Lee, because the next thing we knew, she had tripped over a garbage can on the left side of the door.

Katie toppled to the ground, taking the items of the garbage can with her. The boys nearly pissed their pants with laughter and Katie turned redder than Fred's ginger locks. I think it was the most embarrassing thing I've ever witnessed this year.

Katie flashes me a sheepish flash of anger, then turns to Alicia.

"Yeah well, Leesh you can't laugh your way out of this either. Who was the one, last term, that snogged Jacob Caufield after a Qudditch game because they thought George was in front of you, when it really was his little brother!" Katie sneers.

I can't help but snort at that one. If you thought Katie's moment was bad, Alicia's takes the cake. It was after a match that we'd won and of course everyone on the team was bursting with joy. That is, except Alicia. She had heard a rumor that George had kissed some Ravenclaw last night in the Astronomy Tower and was boiling mad, despite the fact we told her time and time again it shouldn't matter because they weren't even dating.

We were standing outside the locker room talking, when Alicia swore she saw George standing a few yards away, in front of us. So she grabbed the nearest guy she could find and snogged him senseless.

When she pulled back, she shouted, "Looks like two can play that game, George Weasley!"

But when "George" turned around, it was actually Ron, the twin's younger brother. Ron was beyond confused and informed Alicia that George was up in the common room, helping Fred and Lee organize another one of their infamous celebration parties. Alicia was crushed with humiliation. The only person who benefited from the mix-up was Jacob, who had achieved the impossible: The first geek to get willingly kissed by a Gryffindor Chaser.

We never let Alicia forget that incident and to this day, whenever Jacob passes her in the hallway, he winks and licks his lips. This of course, is followed by extreme laughter from Katie and myself.

Oh and FYI, the rumor about George and the Ravenclaw wasn't even true. Much to no one's shock, it had been Fred.

When Katie and my laughter dies down, I sternly look them in the eye, knowing what we have to do.

"Girls, listen to our selves. It's pathetic. We're getting tongue-tied over a bunch of immature prats! We need to beat them at their own game," I seriously order.

Alicia and Katie soak this information in.

Alicia nods.

"You know, Angie is right. We're acting like second years just for three lame guys. It's really sad. I mean, take Angie here. She's been crushing on Fred since third year and she acts like no one knows!"

I roll my eyes. Not exactly the response I was looking for, but at least she got my drift.

"Right. Anyway, I have a plan," I offer.

"Go on then," Katie eagerly pesters.

I clear my throat and shoot a quick glance at Fred. Unfortunately, he catches my eye and slyly winks. My emotionless expression quickly transforms into a goofy grin, in which I immediately regain composure and face my two friends.

"We have to play dumb, act like we don't care. If we act aloof, then the guys will be eating out of our hands. I mean, most guys like the chase, not to be chased," I enthusiastically suggest.

Alicia beams.

"Brilliant!"

Katie frowns.

"I don't get it," she replies, perplexed.

Alicia rolls her eyes and gives Katie a small pat on the back.

"You never do. Thankfully, I'm here to translate for you. What Angie means is that despite the fact we care what the guys think, we have to pretend we don't. Guys don't like it when girls turn into babbling idiots at their feet. There's no challenge, no chase. We have to be the ones getting chased, not doing the chasing," Alicia wisely explains.

I laugh.

"That's better than I could have said it," I admit.

Katie seems to come out of the dark and into the light.

"Oh! I get it now! That's wicked. Why didn't you say so before?" she demands, looking at me.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes and throw out a small smile.

"Are you girls in or out?" I question.

"Definitely count me in," Alicia heartily confirms.

"Me too!" Katie says.

I grin, gazing at my best friends with a mixture of pride and eager anxiety. I had a feeling if we all really tried; this plan could work with flying colors. The only downfall was that most of the time, in our rage at the boys, we shouted numerous unpleasant threats of hexing and what not, but once they looked at us, we forgot all about it. This certainly was going to take a lot more effort than what we put into our homework if we wanted to really pull this off.

Smirkingwickedly, I quietly announce, "Let the games begin."