Lavender arrived shortly before the Cannons' practice ended, and found a seat in the stands to observe Ron as he made another lap around the pitch. Her entire office was having lunch at the Leaky Cauldron today, and it would be the first time she had the opportunity to show off her handsome, fit, new husband.
Ron caught sight of her on his next loop around the pitch and raised his hand in greeting. She waved back as Coach Flint signaled the end of practice.
That's when she showed up. Pansy Parkinson's father buying the team had come as an unwelcome surprise, and Ron had ranted about it for days on end. He had not, however, mentioned that Pansy had started showing up at practices and making eyes at him. And, there was no other way to describe that leer without being crude. Lavender had to remind herself that she was a lady.
When Pansy engaged Ron in conversation, touching his chest unnecessarily and laughing melodically at something he said, however, Lavender quickly forgot any notions of what was or was not ladylike and made her way out of the stands and across the pitch to where Ron and that slag were holding their conversation.
She cleared her throat loudly when she approached and moved to take her place at Ron's side. He put an arm around her waist and when Pansy didn't acknowledge her, he prodded. "Pansy, you remember Lavender."
"Brown," she said.
"My last name is Weasley," Lavender corrected.
Pansy gave her a disdainful glance and curt nod of acknowledgement, then turned back as though she intended to continue her conversation with Ron.
He, however, had other ideas. "Just let me put my broom away and we'll be ready to go."
Lavender nodded at her husband with a wide smile, and he headed off toward the changing rooms at a quick pace.
Pansy gave her a look that clearly said, 'I'm better than you,' and asked, "So, how did you manage to land the best Keeper in the League? He's a star. What is he doing with you?"
Before she could answer, Ron broke in. "The question, Parkinson, is how did I get so lucky?"
"Whatever," Pansy retorted, though she was clearly ruffled by Ron's reply. She rolled her eyes, turned and stalked off the pitch.
Lavender grabbed hold of him and with a soft "crack" they were standing in their bedroom.
"Lav, this isn't the Leaky Cauldron."
"You're right," she said, her voice sultry. "I've lost my appetite for food. All I want is you."
Her lips captured his in a deep kiss that chased any thoughts of his growling stomach away. "I'm going to have to start eating a bigger breakfast in the mornings, if this is the way all of our lunches together are going to go," Ron said.
"Well, if you're really hungry—"
"Oh, I'm hungry. Hungry for you, that is"
Fin.