Disclaimer: Not my characters. I'm not J.K. Rowling.
Harry approached her slowly, not wanting to disturb her. Her shoulders were shaking, she was sniffling. She was obviously crying. Birds fluttered around her. Harry made his way to stade by her. She looked up at him. "Charms stuff. Just practicing." her voice wavered. Harry paused, not knowing what to say. "Well, they're really good." he told her awkwardly. He sat beside her. "How does it feel, Harry?" she began, still sniffling. "When you see Dean and Ginny?" She turned to face him, the moon illuminating her tear-streaked face. "I know. I've seen the way you look at her. You're my best friend." she croaked. Harry put his arm around her. "It feels like this." he whispered. "It feels like you know you'll find someone else. Someone better." He paused, not sure if he should continue, but he did anyways. "Someone like you." And without waiting, he kissed her. And she kissed back. They pulled away. "I was wrong." she sighed voice still wavering. "I was wrong. Wrong, to fancy Ron. When he clearly loves Lavender." She sighed. "You're great, Harry." she told him. She kissed him again. Still together, they didn't seem to notice Lavender's giggles bouncing down the halls. Then she and Ron came into sight. Ron stared at the couple, dumbfounded. Immediately, they pulled away. Lavender didn't seem to care. "Oops," she giggled. "I think this room's taken." And she zoomed off. "What's with the birds?" Ron asked, hanging back. She stood up. "Oppugno." She hissed, and the bird bombarded Ron. Ron raced off. She burst into tears again, and leaned her head on Harry's shoulder. "Why am I so upset over him?" she sniffed. Harry paused once again before answering. "Because you loved him." She sighed. "I was foolish to. I love you, Harry." "I love you too."