He has to be here somewhere, Lavender thought as she skulked through the third brightly lit corridor she'd been in over the last hour looking for Ron.

Of course he's going around here, the voice in the back of her head said. That terrible girl, Hermione came by here just a bit ago and we both know what that means.

"Quiet you," Lavender hissed softly before pretending to straighten her hair when a Hufflepuff boy passed by her.

She ducked behind a mahogany table on the side of the hallway that held with a silver candelabra atop it that was bigger than she.

She took a deep breath. Be calm, Lavender, she told herself. Everything will be alright.

A group of underclassmen from Ravenclaw house passed by her and she heard one of the girls saying, "I just don't understand why Flitwick would endorse that style of wand work as a former duelist."

Lavender rolled her eyes, Of course they'd be talking about something ridiculously boring. It's just like a Ravenclaw no matter what year they're in.

"I don't know, Hermione Granger-" a tall blonde boy began arguing from the back of the small group.

"You mean that amazing girl from Gryffindor who was in the library?" a short round girl interrupted him.

"Yes, her," the boy said. "She was just demonstrating the effectiveness of the bit of flourish and it looked impressive enough."

Lavender scrunched her nose up and decided to follow them to see if she could get anymore information before she headed to the library.

"Looks aren't everything," the first girl answered snidely, ending the conversation.

Yes, that's right, the voice in Lavender's head piped in. Hermione isn't very attractive at all and for some reason Ron prefers her to you-Even when he's angry with her.

Yes, but I'm his girlfriend, Lavender quipped. Not her.

We will see, said the voice.

Lavender bit her thumbnail and scurried back the way the Ravenclaws had come from towards the library. She marched through a dimly lit corridor of the castle and hid herself between the shelves of books as she made her way to the study tables at the other side of the library.

There were ornate Victorian styled chairs that sat in between the bookshelves. They were beautiful but were less than comfortable when studying. Lavender had discovered the torture of sitting the chairs after she had used them to sit in while studying for a few rather difficult potions exams or the history quizzes Professor Binns loved giving.

Hermione will be in here somewhere, which means Ronnykins might be too, she said to herself trying not to breathe too heavily so it would be easier to sneak around the edges of the giant wooden shelves.

"That's why it's so important for you to learn the fundamentals," she heard Hermione preaching. She looked through the spaces above the row of books at eye level and saw a group of first years gathered around the table Hermione was sitting at.

Lavender's eyes narrowed on the back of the frizzy-haired girl's head, She's so irritating. Such a know it all.

She's brilliant, you can't blame her for that, the voice in her head replied.

She can be brilliant all she wants, it doesn't make her any more likable, Lavender answered back.

You could ask Harry Potter about that, the voice said slyly, ...or Ron.

Lavender snorted and made her way around the shelves looking around the edges to check for people sitting in the chairs. She went past six shelves when she found a boy with bright red hair sitting in one of the uncomfortable masses of chair, "Ronnykins!" She exclaimed.

Ron jumped at the sound and peeked over the edge of the book that had been obscuring his face with a terrified look, "L-Lavender?"

"What have you been doing here, Ron?" She demanded, stomping towards him and trying not to sound irritated.

Ron looked around the area and then down at the book in his hands, "Uhm, I-I've been studying. For an exam!"

Yeah right. I really believe that. He doesn't even know what he's doing, the voice reasoned to Lavender.

"Oh really? For what subject?" She asked.

Ron's eyes darted down to the book's pages and then back at Lavender. "Astronomy," he said shutting the book. "It's never been an easy subject for me."

"I see..." Lavender said, her eyebrow raised in suspicion and she sat on his lap. "Maybe we can "study" together," she said, using air quotes when she said study.

"Er, yeah," Ron said uncomfortably, looking through the gaps in the books as he shifted nervously in the chair. Lavender followed his gaze and saw it landed on Hermione's back.

He's never going to be yours, the voice cackled.

I'll show you mine, she snapped and turned Ron's face to hers so she could plant a hard kiss on his mouth. He sputtered and pushed her off his lap while standing up.

"Lavender! This is a library!" he exclaimed indignantly and stomped out of the isle with Lavender on his heels apologizing.

Oh, you showed me, the voice said all too pleased.