What a Question
Ron stands stock still as if dumbfounded as to how Lavender could possibly pick up enough to ask such a question. Well, of course she knew, Ron. I know very well that she was aware. And no matter what you say right now, Lavender will know from the stance you just took that the answer is yes.
You can lie all you want like you have since you began dating her, but it won't do any good now. She's known since the beginning. That's why she's been so blatant about the whole thing. You never saw her snogging Seamus in a public arena, did you? She didn't tell all about how wonderful Seamus was to anyone with properly function ears, did she? Of course not, because then, she didn't have something someone else wanted or had proper claim to. Now, she has something that someone else doesn't. That always matters to girls like Lavender. Of course it helps that she was not as proud of Seamus as she is of you.
But you could've had a good one that doesn't scheme like that if you hadn't been stupid and gone after Lavender when you had a perfectly good one right next to you. Someday, you'll regret Lavender and you'll know how completely awful you've been. You could have realized that already, considering that you've patched up the friendship. You should answer soon. Lavender's mouth is taking that beached flounder look, opening and closing like she can't breathe.
"Well, Ron? Did you hear me? Do you fancy Hermione Granger?"
Hermione has gone to bed, Ron. Just answer the question.
"Merlin, what a question."
He pauses for a few moments and then spots me.
"Yes."
Good answer, dear brother. Good answer.