Lavender Brown slipped out heavy oak doors and headed into the Entrance Hall. She just needed to make a quick stop in the bathroom past the Charms classroom. After all, she ought to check her make-up and perhaps adjust her hair slightly. And that was when she saw it.
A solitary couple stood near the shadowed doors. He was leaning into kiss her, his hands resting, apparently comfortably, on her waist. Lavender was an undeniable, hopeless romantic, and so she watched quietly, awing to herself as their lips met. However, she noticed something odd. The girl in his arms was squimish in his arms. A familiar voice suddenly spoke quietly, "I- I'm sorry. I can't do this."
Her mouth now hanging open, she soundlessly watched Hermione push a man- apparently, Viktor- off her, and stormed away. She looked both confused and upset as she ran up the stairs. Lavender heard a heel break on her shoes as Viktor stood there, confused, and walked back in. She noted he was clumsy on his feet as he did a duck-footed stride back into the hall.
For the first time in her life, she actually felt awful for Hermione. She'd never seen her this confused, not to mention, she never would have guessed any girl at this school would shove off Viktor Krum. International Quidditch players weren't shoved off or ignored by teenage girls. Maybe Hermione defied this rule of teenage females. Sighing, Lavender followed her up the stairs. She caught her in the common room and asked, "What was that about?"
"Oh. Nothing." Hermione said with false cheerfulness, though Lavender noticed she seemed to be wiping away stray tears.
"Couldn't do it?" Lavender propped herself into a chair and started massaging her aching feet.
"I just thought it'd be… well, someone else." She heard the other girl whisper quietly.
"So, you don't fancy Viktor?"
"No." Hermione sighed. "He's a gentleman and a friend, I suppose, but he's no R-" She cut herself off, blushing furiously.
Lavender nodded her understanding, knowing exactly the name she'd meant to say. Anyone in Gryffindor could've guessed it: Ron. "Well, I ought to get going. I promised to save Seamus a dance. Want to come? You might as well enjoy the rest of the evening."
"No… it's fine. Have fun." She waved her hand absently. The other girl wasn't convinced, but arguing with Hermione wouldn't do either of them good.
"Well," Lavender said awkwardly, "bye then."
"Bye."
As Lavender left, she watched as a furious Ron burst past her. He didn't appear pleased at all. She had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with the bushy-haired object of his affections attending the ball with a Bulgarian 'prat'. Sure enough, she soon heard yelling voices that were beginning to be drowned out by music. Shaking them from her thoughts, she entered the Great Hall and proceeded to dance her evening away.
A/N: everyone who does a Lavender POV does something either during HBP or post-war. So why not a Lavender from earlier on? I thought it'd be different. Hope you liked? Maybe? Feedback is always loved 3 Flames & Fans are welcome to review!