A/N: I first uploaded this a while ago, before I had a minor panic, decided I couldn't write, and deleted everything on my account. It's been edited slightly now, and re-uploaded. I hope that's okay.
Lavender Brown was completely and totally in love. She knew it, she could feel it. She loved his red hair, and freckles, and how brilliant he was at Quidditch. She loved kissing him, and walking down corridors holding his hand, and doodling his name on spare parchment. If that wasn't love, what was? Lavender could tell Pavarti was getting tired of hearing Ronald Weasley's name, yet she was struggling to think of other topics of conversation. She wanted to spend every waking moment with him. She was going to marry him. They could have children with red hair and freckles and…
"Miss Brown, what is this incoherent scribbling you have insisted on ruining your notes with?" Professor Snape's unmistakable sneer cut through Lavender's daydreams, as he snatched the parchment from her hands.
"Oh…it's nothing, Professor" Lavender mumbled, wishing desperately that her declarations of love were too illegible for Snape to read to the class.
"Clearly…" Snape peered at the parchment a second longer, before waving his wand over it once, letting the page become blank. "It is a pity it destroyed your notes, Miss Brown. Perhaps a detention would be suitable, for your severe lack of pen control?"
Lavender nodded meekly and stared at the desk, still thanking her lucky stars that Snape hadn't read the parchment out to the class. There were some things Snape couldn't understand, and love was one of them.