September 15th

Haven't written in a while, let's pretend it's been because I've been super busy and brilliant. Been on a couple of dates with Blaize, Hogsmeade once and a few just round the castle. I think we're a couple now. I mean it hasn't been officially spoken of between us, but i think that's what's going on. Well it better be.

I've noticed that mr. Malfoy continues to make himself scarce everytime I see blaize, well I guess he does, maybe he doesn't exist anymore, maybe I made him up, maybe I made it all up. Maybe this isn't real...Well obviously no one as extremely beautiful as me can exist in real life, I'd make girls cry and boys swoon. Yes, boys would swoon, as I walked. No, as I glided... Yes all hail Queen Ginny...yes...all hail...Queen...

Where was I, I was just eating this sweet that George and Fred sent...me...Oh wait a minute they did say something to me about they're new even more deluded day dream quills, oh I was enjoying that. Okay, back to some kind of reality...

So the reality is that Harry keeps talking ever so loudly about plans that he and Cho have together whenever I happen to be in earshot. Yeah, Harry, though they just seems to be plans though, you never get out mate. However, everything is going hunky dory for me as Blaize is being the utmost gentleman and nicest boy since Dean. Well done him.

Since I've kind of sorted out my little problem with the boys, I feel things have to change. I shall stop wallowing in the self pity I felt and cheer up everyone else. God, I'm like Mother Teresa...Well I guess so from whatever Hermione's been going on about. Yes I feel we are both a like so...

I sidle up to Luna, and whisper 'I think we should have a party'

'A party?'

'Yes, don't you think? It will be really fun, nothing goes on at the weekends here, it's boring. We can invite loads of people. Though where to have it?'

'Neville knows about this room, where you get anything you want in there' Neville does, does he now.

'Neville, been talking to him recently?' I asked, coyly.

'Yeah. He tells me all about these plants. The names are all wrong, he calls them by the fake names. But it's interesting all the same.' Oh I bet they are...His plants...Hubba Hubba.

Okay I went for it, as close as I ever will be to finding out something, to be frank, has been plaguing me as much as the boy problem, perhaps more. Lezzy Lovegood does have quite a ring to it, however I can't really see the benefit over Loony Lovegood, as that has an even better ring to it, sometimes I have to stop myself from saying it.

'Luna, do you like Neville Longbottom. Do you like his long bottom?' HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Here it is, is she a lesbian or is she not a lesbian...A question as old as time itself.

'Ginny! Yes. Yes I like Neville Longbottom'

'And his long bottom?'

She mumbled 'And his long bottom.'

To tell the god's honest truth, I was a little disappointed, it could have been so interesting. Just to see how that particular gem would unravel.

'Brilliant. We can invite him to our soiree. And this room can give you anything you want, and you want Neville, so he can be there. Perfect.'

I briefly wondered that if I walked into the room asking it who I wanted out of the previously discussed three who would be there. No, I'll leave it to Dean to sort out.

Mother Teresa herself would not organise a better party, I'm sure of it. Whatever she's famous for.

'So Luna, you hurry off to ask lovely Longbottom about this room, and I'll work on the guestlist'

5.00

Hermoine and I were in the dorm discussing the guestlist. Lavender Brown was packing away some clothes her mum had sent by owl that morning, and was trying to casually eavesdrop on our conversation. This meant she was actually leaning really far backwards, but intently looking forward, this combination meant that she lost her balence and promptly fell over.

Hermione glared at her, she's still a little sore from the Ron and Lavender show. I decided to keep up my saint-like beaviour.

'Lavender, clearly your dying to help out.'

'No I'm not' she lied.

'Whatever Lavender, come over here, tell us what we have to do, who we have to invite and what to wear'

'Thank god, I thought I was going to have to pay for the extendable ears that the Weasleys are selling. Okay girls, this is what we have to do...'

Oh. My. God. I've unleashed a party planning monster.

'Right girls we have to invite all the hot boys and all the hot girls. Also, we three also have to have in our heads who are targets are. What is our mission, our objective'

Mission? Objectives? I clearly had a lot to learn about parties, I was one of those civilians that thought they were quite simple. No, no, no, they take precision planning, targetting and execution of the objectives.

'So, Ginny obviously it's Blaize for you'

'What? Oh yeah, Blaize' Oops, I was thinking about Malfoy. He has to be invited.

'Lucky you, and Hermione?'

Hermione wanted to say Ron, but didn't want to let Lavender know.

'Oh I don't know, does there have to be a mission, a target?' She asked, quite timidly. The wrath of the party planning monster was nothing to joke about, I had already heard go absolutely mental at Parvati for wearing the wrong shoes with a set of dress robes. Well, Lavender did have a point, they were hideous.

'Yes Hermione. There always have to be a mission. For example last year, my mission was Ron Weasley. I targetted and made contact' well rather a lot of contact, hahahahaha.

'Well whose yours?' Seriously Hermione, you shouldn't grit your teeth when you're talking.

'Mine?' Lavender giggled. ' Justin Finch- Fletchley. He's rather posh, but incredibly cute don't you think?'

Well each to their own, but I nod. For I am Mother Ginny, nicest person in the world.

'Oh right. Well mine is...erm...it's...Malfoy'

What?

No, wait a minute, what? True I hadn't confided in Hermione about Malfoy, just Dean. But still, what?

'Oooooh Malfoy, nice choice Hermione. He is looking really good at the moment. He's got that tortured look, something sad around the eyes. And he has the most perfect eyes, and he is rather nicely built. You go girl!'

Shut up Lavender. One. I was not aware that 'You go girl!' was part of a normal, English vocabulary. and Two. I knew all these things about Malfoy before anyone, especially Bushy.

Oh yes, she is Bushy. I no longer care for she who was previously called Hermione, she shall now, and forever, be Bushy.

This was why Mother Teresa was so saint like. Bushy was not around then.

Fact.