I am not JK Rowling and therefore cannot venture truly into the magical world of Harry and his friends. However I can and will proceed to write about them even though they do not belong to me.
At one point during 6th year Lavender gets into a small fight with Ron and Hermione secretly enjoys it.
I was sitting at our usual table in the Common Room working on my Arithmancy essay when I noticed them. They were curled on the window ledge snogging again. I rolled my eyes at Harry, who was sitting across from me, and he smirked back.
Looking back at the window I felt my stomach clench, why would he not look at me the way he was looking at her? After all I'd been one of his best friends for years, and now he rejected for me for that… that… blonde hussy! I tightened my grip on my quill and looked back down at my paper. C'mon on Hermione. He's busy and you need to get this essay done before next week. It won't write itself after all.
I worked for a while longer and then glanced back up at them. Ron had turned away from Lavender but she grabbed his wrists with one hand and turned his head back toward her with her other. He had the strangest expression on his face and I watched, trying not to be obvious, as Lavender once again pressed her lips to his, holding his neck so he couldn't turn away. Ron tried once again to turn away but, like the leech she was, Lavender tightened her grip on his neck, her nails pressing into it, choking him.
His face looked even stranger now but she didn't seem to care. The third time Ron tried to turn away Lavender stopped kissing him but she didn't let go of his neck or wrists. The look on his face changed, and, with no way to prevent it, Ron sneezed all over her. Lavender let out a screech like a banshee and leapt away from him falling hard on her perky little bubble butt.
She screamed at Ron until Neville pointed out that it was Lavender's fault she'd been sneezed on. Lavender ignored him and continued shrieking. Finally she ran away up the stairs to our dorm crying. Lavender was mad at Ron! I felt my heart swell with joy. Now maybe he would come to me.
I looked back at Harry. "Did that really just happen?" He didn't stop writing his essay. Wait, he was reading. Reading that stupid Prince book again, no less, but he replied "Ron's had a cold for the past few days." I nodded and looked back my essay.
He had probably gotten her sick. I enjoyed the image of a red-nosed Lavender trying to shriek but having no voice for a few minutes. Then Ron came over to talk to Harry. I ignored him, feeling my cheeks burn at how close he was to me. After a really fast conversation Ron went up to bed. He looked miserable. I sat for a while reveling in the ecstasy from seeing Ron and the leech fight.
Then Harry sneezed.