Heartbreaker
"And I know that love is not a toy, but please, I pray, play with my heart anyway."
What she wouldn't have done to be Lavender Brown at that moment. To be the one that he used almost evilly…to be the girl he proved something with. Oh what she wouldn't have him grace her lips with just one single kiss. And had she gotten that one kiss, she would accept that he didn't want to be with, but she would take that kiss and cherish it, the way any first would be cherished.
She was willing to do just about anything to be able to look at him just once the way Lavender got to look at him. But she knew she just had to admit that he didn't want her. It was, of course, time to move on, but she knew she couldn't. Because the truth was, as time progressed, she grew more in love with him.
He was the topic of all of her drabbles, the handsome lead role in every dream. And yet, there he was, clinging onto Lavender-bloody-Brown as if he had never seen anything like her before. Just what, exactly, was the world coming to? What was she supposed to do? Sit and watch as the love of her life fell in love with a ditzy, annoying, stupid as a rock, cheerleader wanna-be.
It was almost pathetic the way Hermione would have killed just to be his…plaything. And she never thought she'd live to see the day that she called Ronald Weasley…a heart breaker.