"Not bad," she said, smiling, "But you might not need the lash part. It's something I do, though most of the time it's not on purpose. So it looks differently. I think. I can't see my own face when I'm doing these things. The best flirting comes naturally, and some people just aren't flirts."
She was very glad. So. Very. Glad. she wasn't trying to take a drink when he asked that. Ginny blushed harder than she should, and she wouldn't look at him. She knew that, in and of itself, was an affirmative answer, but she had to collect herself before she said anything.
She licked her lower lip thoughtfully, not looking at him but focusing on the rest of her pancakes. "The thing with you Potters is... Well, it's complicated," she finally said. "Because I'm incredibly fond of all of you. Sometimes that wants to translate to a romantic connection--to me fancying one or more than one of you. But other times, it seems like a platonic love."
Her ears were ringing a little with all the blood in her face, and she forced herself to take several deep, slow breaths. When she felt less warm, she looked at Evan. "So, yes, sometimes I am attracted to you. Other times, I'm not." She shrugged helplessly. "Don't ask me to explain that, because I can't. Even your sister has that effect on me sometimes."