AN: Yeah, my first Ron/Lav fiction... I know it's more like an OT3, but here it is. Please r&r. Written for the Hogwarts Game Competition.
"This is Felix Felicis, I suppose?" said Hermione uneasily, holding up the bottle to the light and trying to examine it's contents. "You haven't got another little bottle full of — I don't know —"
"Essence of Insanity?" suggested Ron, staring at Harry, as though he had gone mad.
Ron and Hermione exchanged a worried glance.
"Trust me," Harry confidently told them, strutting over towards the door. "I know what I'm doing… or at least Felix does."
He pulled the Invisibility Cloak over his head and trudged down the stairs, with Ron and Hermione uncertainly following him, into the Common Room, through the open door that led to the boy's dormitory.
"What were you doing up there with her?" they suddenly heard a shrill voice scream. It was Lavender Brown. Ron sensed Harry scurry away from the upcoming chaotic scene, as he confronted the raging Lavender.
"Uhh, we were just talking," he sheepishly told her, Hermione nodding eagerly at his side.
"Talking in the boy's dormitory?" Lavender accusingly inquired.
Ron bit his lip, unsurely. Fortunately, he was saved from coming up with another bizarre excuse, as they heard another voice coming from the portrait hole, indicating someone else's arrival.
"Honestly, Dean" -they heard Ginny Weasley say as she emerged into the Common Room with her boyfriend- "I am perfectly capably of getting through the portrait hole on- oh!" she exclaimed, mid-sentence as she gazed up at the scene before her. She stared at Ron, Hermione and Lavender, each in turn before commented with a light smirk, "I think I'll go to bed now," before leaving for the girls dormitory.
"Yeah, might as well," Dean Thomas grumbled, before heading towards the boys dormitory himself, shooting Ron an angry glance as he passed by him.
"WELL, RONALD WEASLEY!" thundered Lavender, as soon as Dean and Ginny were out of sight, "WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU?
"Er...homework, Quidditch, the usual..." suggested Ron absurdly, shrugging his shoulders.
Lavender turned scarlet. She gave Hermione a seething look, before screaming again at Ron.
"HONESTLY WEASLEY, ADMIT IT, YOU HAVE BEEN AVOIDING ME EVER SINCE YOU GOT POISONED AND SPENDING ALL YOUR TIME WITH HER INSTEAD! I HAVE NEVER EVEN ONCE SEEN YOU WEARING THE LOCKET, I SPECIALLY BOUGHT FOR MY WON-WON."
"So, umm...do you want it back?" Ron questioned her, followed by Hermione making some sort of a snorting sound.
"DAMN THE LOCKET, DAMN YOU," Lavender swore loudly, "WHY WE GOT TOGETHER IN THE FIRST PLACE, I CAN'T BRING MYSELF TO UNDERSTAND!"
"Well you were the one who started it, not me," Ron told Lavender truthfully.
Hermione suppressed a smirk.
"WELL, NEVER MIND THAT NOW," Lavender yelled, "WE'RE THROUGH, RONALD WEASLEY, WE'RE OFFICIALLY THROUGH!"
"Bloody hell, she would have competition for even my mum, in screaming," Ron muttered under his breath to an elated Hermione, as Lavender angrily stormed past them.
"On the other hand, considering her temperament, it did go rather well," Ron admitted, as they sat down in the common room, waiting for Harry's arrival, "though, I must confess, my ears are still ringing..."