I do not own Harry Potter, because if I did, Dobby and Winky would have gotten married and had cute little elf children named Wonky and Dinky.
I don't mind flames at all, but I would prefer constructive criticism.
For the Let's End This The Way We Started It competition and the Failed Relationships competition.
-Kit Kat
Betrayal is what it was. She was betrayed by the person she cared most about in the world. It was sad to say, but he truly was wonderful.
Imagine Bella losing Edward; imagine suddenly losing the one thing that you felt defined you. That's how Lavender felt after Ron left.
She sat on her bed in the sixth-year girl's dormitories. She was crying her eyes out, mopping them with a pink embroidered handkerchief. Her hands shook and her nose was red and puffy. A glimmering gold necklace lay in her right hand, the intricate letters spelling the words My Sweetheart.
Her mind wandered to the days when she used to sit in the bitter cold wind in the stands, cheering him on. She loved him, gave him everything. She used to fall asleep at night thinking about how lucky she was to have such a wonderful boy for her own. Every moment not spent with him was wasted.
Then he started to drift slowly away. He just spent so much unneeded time with that girl. She was smarter and prettier than her, Lavender knew, but she knew her Won-Won would think of no one but her. Or so she thought.
She loved his ruffled red hair and his cute freckles, the way he laughed and always rooted for the underdog. Because he was the underdog. But he was her underdog.
Yet, he was her underdog for only so long. He drifted faster and faster, to the point wear it wasn't drifting at all. He might as well have been rowing away, or swimming top-speed. The more she held on the faster he slipped through her fingers. How could she not hold on? He was the one thing she truly valued. He was her sweetheart.
In a way he hadn't meant to hurt her. He had never promised eternal love. He hadn't even ever said I love you. She wanted him, too, though. So she said it, hoping to hear her words echoed through his voice. All the came was a single name. Hermione.
Hermione had stolen him. Something that was rightfully hers. No, no, that wasn't right. He was the one who had left her with her heart on her sleeve, and she would never forgive him that betrayal.