A/N: Italics denote what Lavender is thinking. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I'm not selfish, it's all the wonderful J.K. Rowling's.
"Beware, my dear, of a red-haired man…"
Lavender Brown was crying.
Yes, crying. Sobbing her heart out, in fact. And yes, the heartless, cruel, skanky, slut was crying her heart out. Why? All because of one Ronald Weasley…and of course Hermione Granger.
Why would he do that to her? All Lavender had ever done was love him! And she had been sure she had meant something to him…but no, he went running to Hermione Granger, that slut.
Had she really been nothing? Just a toy, a silly little plaything?
I never did anything but love him for who he was-his red hair, that cute little bashful smile, his bravery, good heart, and honesty. I loved everything about him! I'm the only person on earth who could possibly have liked his freckles, his height, his messy flame-colored hair. I didn't deserve any of this!
She sat up and blew her nose loudly. Of course, she should have forseen it; Lavender chided herself; Remember, Lavender? Silently, she questioned herself. "Beware, my dear, of a red-haired man…" Professor Trelawney's prediction had come to pass.