She means well. She really does. (Or so she hopes.)
She loves Ron. She always has, really. Well she has certainly liked him ever since their Third Year, but she supposed they might have been too young to understand love, back then. Which is why her heart broke when she heard that he was with Hermione Granger. But she knew it would have happened at some point or the other, given how close the two were. She had to hide the little rush of hope she felt when they went their different ways.
Which is why she was surprised when he asked her out on a date. They had always remained friends, but after their failed relationship as students in Hogwarts, she had almost given up. She smiles every time she looks at him. How can she not, when he too has the same expression on his face, pure happiness just from being in each other's company. But sometimes, doubt creeps in. Does she fit, she asks herself, in his world as well as the other third of the Golden Trio used to?
Hermione, with the perfect Ministry job that made her own occupation and interests seem incredibly...shallow. Hermione, the brightest witch of their age. Hermione, who has been through so much with him, throughout the war. Hermione, who has all the fame and respect of the entire Wizarding World. Hermione, who suddenly seems the embodiment of everything she wants and cannot have.
Hermione, the witch Lavender Brown has always been a little jealous of.
But she means well, anyway.
Notes: A short (somewhat improbable) snippet of Lavender's thoughts. Companion piece to 'Well-Wishing'.