Here we are at Hogwarts. It feels weird to be back. The holiday was so exciting that Hogwarts just seems so calm. It's weird that nothing has happened yet this year. I mean, compared to last year with the Evil Hag- Umbridge the Toad, of course - this year just dulls in comparison.

Of course, I have been amusing myself with purposefully flirting with Dean Thomas whenever I can see Ron looking my way. Ever since I mentioned my potential interest in the fellow last year, Ron has been amusingly awkward around him. I mean, I only said it to get a rise out of Ron. Well, he was prying into my personal life. Dean is just so bewildered that I feel kind of bad. Maybe I should fill him in on the situation. But the results of the situation are just too funny too pass up.

Yesterday in the Gryffindor common room:

I notice Ron looking over to where Dean, Jessi, and I are sitting on the couch.

Me: Dean, those trousers look absolutely scrumptious on you.

Dean: Uh, thanks?

Me: You're welcome. So, do you happen to keep a mirror in your pants or something?

Dean: What? No. Why?

Me: Because I can see myself in them.

Dean: Uh. Well.

Me: Oh, hullo, Ron. Are you feeling all right? You look a bit odd.

Meanwhile, Jessi, who knows of my evil plan, is trying to avoid choking on her Sugar Quill because she is laughing so much. Ron, who is oblivious to the true nature of the situation, had turned bright red and was trying to look anywhere but at me. And Dean, poor old Dean, is so confused by my sporadic bursts of attention.

Eliza thinks the whole plot is ridiculous, and that it is cruel to lead Dean on in this manner. We were sitting in the dormitories last night talking about it.

"Ginger, I think you should just tell Ron you aren't interested in Dean so he stops turning bright red whenever he sees him. The other day, Dean tried to ask Ron what the Herbology homework was, and Ron became so flustered he could barely manage a complete sentence, all he kept saying was 'bubotuber puss...properties...potions...' It was painful to watch."

She turned to look seriously at me.

"You are turning Ron into a blubbering idiot."

I didn't think it was really the time to tell her that Ron was always a blubbering idiot.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right." I mean, she was right. It was mean to lead Dean on.

Then she looked at me and smiled, quite evilly might I add.

"Maybe you should just tell Ron who you really like. Maybe then he could have a real reason to flip out."

I looked at her blankly. "I don't get it."

"Look, Gin, we all know you like him. I think you should really just accept it."

"Oh, no. Not this rubbish again." I was so tired of my stupid friends' evil plans to get me to admit my undying love for Harry Potter.

"Just you wait, we will get you to admit it one day. Just you wait."

I did not like the scheming gleam in her eyes. In fact, it rather concerned me.

Author's Note: So, I am having some intense bouts of writer's block. Which is rather saddening. So I was thinking it would be grand to get some ideas from people! Yay! I would enjoy that immensely. : )