A/N: The title of this story comes from the term used (at least in America) when a girl asks a boy to a dance. And yes, I had to google it because I couldn't remember what it was called.
Weekly Character Appreciation Challenge: Lavender Brown week
Sadie Hawkins
The day of the Yule Ball was fast approaching and Lavender Brown still didn't have anyone to go with. All of her friends had dates and talked continually about how excited they were to go with so-and-so, what their dress looked like, how they were doing their hair. It was enough to make Lavender feel sick.
A week before the ball, Lavender decided to take matters into her own hands. She knew that Ron Weasley still didn't have a date either. He obviously didn't have the courage to ask anyone or he would've been taken by now.
Spotting him down the breakfast table, Lavender screwed up her courage and walked over to him. "Excuse me, Ron." He talked on with his friends, oblivious to her presence. She was too timid, too quiet. Clearing her throat, she tried again. "Ron, will you go to the Yule Ball with me?"
This got his attention. And the attention of everyone sitting nearby. She felt her cheeks burning, but she refused to back down.
"Wh-what?" Ron stammered, his voice cracking. He was looking at her as though she'd suddenly sprouted wings and an extra head. His friend, Harry Potter, was looking at her in much the same way, and Hermione Granger looked like she wanted very much to punch Lavender in the face.
"I asked if you'd like to go to the Yule Ball with me." Lavender repeated. She said this more confidently, hoping confidence would convince him somehow. She knew it was highly irregular for a girl to ask a boy to a ball, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
"Um, ye-yeah, of course!" This seemed to be more of an exuberant response than Ron had planned on because his ears turned bright red. "I mean, yeah, sure," he amended, trying to sound cool and confident in front of so many watchful eyes.
Lavender smiled. "I'll be seeing you, then." With that, she turned on her heel and left the Great Hall, far too excited to eat breakfast. She finally had a date to the Yule Ball.