A/N: Credit to Potted Lilies for the quote at the end.
She had enjoyed their little arguments, the ones they had because there was nothing else to do. It was an odd way to flirt, but it was her way. I had hurt when they didn't talk for weeks after and every one of his accusations had stung bitterly. But it made her feel special, because at least he didn't yell at anybody else that way.
She knew it was coming. She knew when Lavender would wish him good luck and he would smile his beautiful smile and puff up a little. She had trained herself to be amused by this; after all it… wasn't serious. He would have puffed up if it had been any other girl. Any other girl except for me, she thought bitterly.
He had treated all of the other females in the castle the same… except for her. He didn't treat her differently in a way she would have chosen, but at least she wasn't the same as every other girl.
So, when they were yelling at each other at the top of their lungs from opposite sides of the common room, she would tell herself that there was still hope. Because even though he saved his kisses, caresses, and embraces for Lavender; he saved fighting for Hermione. And wasn't that better than nothing?
She was still special.
After all,
love wasn't meant to be easy, it was meant to be worth it.
A/N: I hope you like this. I wrote it the night the Ron in my life asked out the Lavender in my life…
Let me know if there is anything I can fix grammar wise!