Ron and Lavender sat in the Gryffindor common room, making out. She had made it impossible for him to back out of it, even though he had tried his best. She was practically eating his face. Ron's eyes were open, focussed on another girl. Scribbling on a foot of parchment, she pretended not to notice, but he was not fooled. She glanced up for just a moment, meeting his eyes with a look of sadness, and again he felt hollow inside. Did she feel the same for him as he for her? Girls, he thought, they can drive you mad.