Finding Out

She runs away from the Girls' Toilets in tears, furiously tearing off her pink headband. It is flung to the ground, and stamped upon, tears coursing down her cheeks. She sniffles nosily, her sobs increasing in noise.

Slowly, she slumps to the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest. She rocks back and forth, sobbing quietly. Her hair falls over her face, effectively shielding her red-rimmed eyes from view.

What she had suspected all along had been confirmed only two minutes ago. She had been perfectly happy when she had entered the toilets, humming softly to herself. That had all changed with the mutterings of only three words.

She recognized the voice immediately. These things helped when you had been sharing a bedroom with the girl for six years. One knew such things about them, like when they went to bed, and when they were truly happy.

The tap had been turned on, and she had happily washed her hands, eyes skimming over her reflection in the mirror. There had been a sob from the girl, and a loud bang as the toilet lid was closed. Lavender assumed she had sat upon it, for there was no further movement.

Another sob had come from the girl, quieter this time. Lavender heard her sniffle, before sighing, the sound filling the silent room.

"Gods," she had muttered. The girl took a deep breath, and Lavender dried her hands on her robes, tucking a strand of curly hair behind her ear. She had turned to go, and had been halfway out of the toilets when the three words had been uttered, soft softly, she nearly missed them.

"I love him."

Now, her sobs quiet, tears still falling from her eyes, she has no doubt in her mind as to who the boy was. They all label her as stupid, as a 'bimbo', only there to look good, but she knew how to read the signs. The glances exchanged had been an obvious tip-off, as were his responses- or lack thereof- towards her kisses. He had lost interest in her, and now, finally, she knew who his interest had been turned to.

She wasn't sure she wanted to know though, as the realizations only made everything harder.

Ron didn't like her anymore.

She had been a fling to him, a girl that he could snog to show that he wasn't completely useless at it. She had been trapped in his web, and now, she was finally going to break free.

Determination written all over her face, she stands up, dries her eyes, smooths down her robes and hair, and walks back to the Common Room. The sound of her shoes fills the silent walk, as she ponders over what she had done wrong. Something had changed, after all, to prompt these feelings in the pair. They weren't there for just any reason.

She would continue to play along, still call him 'Won-Won', still kiss him, still love him, while she could. It was only a matter of time before one of them confess, after all.

But, this time, she wouldn't be the one to find out last.

That thought brings a real smile to her lips.

'Cause Lavender and Jessie Cave's acting are made of awesome. Tell me if there are any mistakes, please! :)