A/N: This is my response for mackgirl's Character Challenge.
Disclaimer: Seriously people, I do not own any of this stuff except maybe the plot, and I really don't wanna repeat it every chapter, so please, use your common sense, if you want to sue someone, choose someone else coz I don't have anything but my laptop to give you.
Legs (Lavender Brown):
Horizontal waves were displaying a magnificent play of various shades of blue on the pool surface; created with the gentle nudges of the warm breeze. Bits and pieces of sunlight was leaking through the fluffy patches of cloud, shining onto Lavender's hair, making it glow a pretty, pale gold. She sighed happily, laying aside the teen mag she'd been pretending to read for the last 2 hours, she slowly propped herself up into a sitting position. She pushed her sunglasses back –black Gucci shades. Of course. - , revealing her light blue eyes which were studying her slender legs with a critical look to them. Her expression darkened, as if she didn't like what she saw. She reached for her tanning spray – Dior. Of course. - and very, very carefully, she sprayed her legs with it. Lightly, of course. She didn't want her tan to look fake. Than she lay back down, closing her eyes; only to snap them open barely 10 seconds later, swearing.
Ron smiled up at her innocently. "Your angelic smile is going to do absolutely nothing for you, Ronald Weasley! Get off my legs right now!" Ron pouted, batting his eyelashes at her. She scowled. "I said, no. I'm going to Spain in 2 weeks, for God's sake! With Seamus! I've got to get a nice, sexy tan so that he'll think I'm nice and sexy as well, and I cannot do that while you're lying on my legs!" As Ron's pout grew even more exaggrated, Lavender threw herself back on the towel, her head in her hands. "Fine! You can keep lying on my legs. Oh God." He closed his eyes happily. A few seconds later, he muttered, more to himself than her, "You are always nice and sexy, you know. You don't need a tan for that." She heard him. Of course she did. "Really?", she couldn't help but ask. "Yeah, really." He said, a small smile playing at his lips. "Plus, I like you better blonde. You know, fair skin and stuff." She grinned widely, and finally allowed her fingers to wander over his shockingly orange hair, which looked so cute that she'd been trying very hard not to mess it up for the past couple of minutes. She, too had closed her eyes, when she softly whispered: "You can stay like that. As long as you want to. I don't really mind it anyway." His smile broadened.
They both smiled and smirked and giggled – in Lavender's case – for no reason for the rest of the afternoon. They kept smiling even after they fell asleep under the broken patches of light that got paler and paler. They definetly went better as friends, she thought, before she drifted off to sleep, her hand still tangled in his hair.
