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Lavender Browns Complete Guide to Getting and Keeping your Man!

Chapter Ten

Parties, Schemes and Revelations

Rule #9

Public Displays of Affection (PDA) are not just for entertainment and his enjoyment.

This next rule can make or break your whole campaign in the "get your man and keep him" mission. Think about (but please do not hurt yourselves) a PDA can serve many things. It can cement your commitment to his needs, all of his needs and if done correctly, it could prove to be highly enjoyable to him and if you're very lucky, to you as well. Most importantly, it acts as a warning and public notice to everyone that HE is YOURS and they are to keep their paws off!

This does not by any means amount to a guarantee that your man wont be sought after by determined and besotted younger or perhaps older and more experienced witches. However, if done right and often, PDA's will help buffer the attention and in doing so keeping the spot light on you and away from them.

Now depending on how desperate you are in keeping him "happy" is what shall act as your guide as to how far you will go. I recommend starting off slowly and measure his response. It's a far more personal thing and only you can decide. Just don't come running to me when he dumps you for being a prude. Remember, there is always someone waiting in the wings (no matter whom the guy is….as for Harry Potter, these days there seems to be an army of them waiting to pounce….. and as for the others, well some guys will always have more then there share) so chose wisely and do not try and reach beyond your capabilities.

An important personal grooming tip for a PDA is clean breath, clean breath, and clean breath! No one wants to kiss someone with spinach in her teeth. If you send him packing every time you open your mouth, do not expect him to come back any time soon. Try keeping a pack of breath mints and those of you with yellow teeth, there is a new invention, it's called a toothbrush… maybe you have heard of it?

Now let's talk about the different types of PDA's! I know what your saying, isn't it snogging? Well, yes, but there is so much more. Here is a list, learn them and practice, practice, practice! (I have heard some girls find practicing their technique of the perfect kiss works well on a pillow, not that I have ever needed to of coarse, it's just a suggestion).

Holding hands, kissing in public, touching (hands on leg while sitting together sort of thing), sitting on his lap, blowing in his ear (please remember not to spit) and of coarse snogging. Other more intimate forms of affection should NOT be handled in public, unless you want a rep like Pansy…..eeeeeewwwwwww!)

Good Luck and Happy Snuggling

Lavender Brown

The weeks leading up to Christmas had been long and hard for most of the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The school work kept piling up and precious "alone" time had not been found for any one. The only one person who seemed to thrive in this overworked and underplayed environment was Hermione Granger, as long as she wasn't forced to study with Harry Potter that is.

Harry was still being stalked by his admirers, in fact since word had gotten around about Harry and Ginny's fight by the lake, the attention grew with a startling intensity. It seemed that the argument had proven to all interested parties that the young couple was only human after all and like many new relationships, it could only last for so long under pressure before showing a crack in the armor. There fight seemed to have signaled the first sign of a crack, fortunately for them, they were more then willing to mend it.

Seamus Finnegan sat back and examined his fellow Gryffindors. Everyone seemed to have that same defeated, book wary look in their eyes. His handsome Irish face lit up with the spark of a solution that was sure to bring a smile back to everyone's face. It was time to let loose and kick up their heels. Seamus' Party Playhouse was about to begin. Quickly capturing Dean's attention, the preparations for such an even were carefully hatched. Yes, this was what they all needed, a little fun just before break to get them all in the holiday mood.

Romilda Vane couldn't believe her good fortune; the smile that had graced her expressive face was attached almost as if someone had used a potent cheering charm. This party was exactly the opportunity that she needed to finally win HIS attention. Opening her trunk, carefully removing the package she had ordered from Weasley Wizard Wheezes and riffling through her closet she began to carefully construct the perfect "Harry Seducing" outfit, it would be finally be her night to shine!

Lavender Brown was having her own thoughts on the subject. Thinking over her problem for several days she had finally come up with a solution that would address both Wizards with one delicate sweep, an added bonus was that it was sure to be highly enjoyable, after all you know what they say about seekers.

Her plan was simple in theory but may prove tricky to see it into action. She needed to find a way to seduce Harry into bed (that being the highly enjoyable part) then when Ron found them he would become outrageously jealous. Of coarse there maybe a teeny tiny down side, so she might destroy Harry and Ginny's relationship, they were young, they would get over it. So what if Hermione got hurt, she was not good enough for Ron anyway and she could always go crawling back to Victor Krum. The only real problem would be coming in between Ron and Harry's friendship, but that was their problem not hers.

The only thing that mattered was that Harry would be proven wrong about his not wanting her, Ron would come running in hopes that she would take him on as a boyfriend and most importantly, she would finally prove to everyone that she was and still is the most desirable witch that ever graced these hallowed halls!

The party of the year was set to take place in the Gryffindor tower after the Quidditch match against the Slytherins. This way it would serve a duel purpose, it could either be a celebratory atmosphere when the team won or if for Merlin sake, something should go terribly wrong, it could serve as a way to sooth the disappointment and bitter resentment that would go along with such an injustice. The boys of the Gryffindor house chose option A as the other option was truly too ghastly to imagine.

Fortunately for the team, the first option seemed to be written in the stars. Harry delighted most of the cheering crowd while performing an amazing and rather daring move (if not stupidly dangerous) in capturing the golden snitch right from under the stand-in Slytherins seekers nose.

Unfortunately for Harry, this heroic act only brought his "fancy" desirability up to the level of a God. What girl could resist a real life hero in the acts of nobility, courage and now sport? Even some of the Slytherin females were starting to make advances, this made him extremely uncomfortable.

Ginny was finding the whole scene tiresome, in the beginning it was funny but honestly couldn't they see he was other wise taken! The cold stares and hurtful comments alone were getting harder to ignore. The accusations of her only being with him for his money and that the only possible explanation that someone like her could possibly be keeping him interested was through trickery and sin.

Sure she and Harry had many snogging sessions that were increasingly becoming more and more heated. They pushed the limits of exploration with very chance; it was only Harry and his strong will and respect for her that had keep him able to skillfully pull away, taking the hypnotic atmosphere with him.

Harry sensed her reluctance to make the next step or rather that she was trying to just let it happen so the decision would be removed altogether. He knew that it was something you couldn't take back and he didn't want her regretting it afterwards, so he was making a conscious effort to ensure she was ready on all levels both emotional and physical. If that meant he would have ice water showers after each date then so be it.

The party was in full swing by the time Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team entered the portrait. An ear splitting cheer bounced around the room in a greeting for the winning team. With smiles wider then what seemed possible and the fire whisky flowing, along with some butter beers for the younger students and less adventurous older ones.

Romilda spotted Harry the moment he stepped through the Portrait. His hair was still damp from his shower and he was looking fantastically sexy in his muggle jeans and dark t-shirt. The shirt stretched temptingly across his chest and shoulders hinting at his well formed Quidditch made muscles.

"Hi Harry" she purred breathlessly, flicking her hair with such force he though he heard her neck crick. "You were fantastic in the game, you look so thirsty" she forcibly pushed an open bottle in font of his face making him take a step back "Gillywater?" the smile on her face was forced and her eyes kept darting from the bottle to his lips almost willing him to take it.

Harry starred at her holding out the glass bottle unsure of what to do. He was torn between accepting the drink with good manners and running screaming like a little girl until he found Ginny to protect him. Thankfully he did not need either option.

Harry replied quickly with a shake of his head "ummm…err…no thanks…..never touch the stuff" then quickly turned his attention to the approaching Dean Thomas. Never in his life had he been gladder to see him.

Feeling slightly bad for her obvious disappointment but very relieved for the distraction of his friend Harry skillfully glided away from the glaring girl to where he thought was a safer location. A little voice kept nagging him 'you could have taken the drink, what harm would it have done?' Little did he know that a special ingredient had been included and the harm would have been detrimental to his health.

Thrusting a fire whisky into Harry's hand Dean smacked him on the back "Good one mate!" Seamus soon joined the pair of grinning boys "that was bloody brilliant Harry!"

Leaving a blushing Harry to try and shrug off the compliment once again as he quickly expressed once again, that it was a team effort that won the game and that he just got lucky.

The party continued to rage on well into the night, the younger students had retired and many students started to couple off into darker corners of the room. Lavender slowly made her way towards Dean Thomas, bending in away to grab his attention she whispered "I have got a proposition for you Deany-Poo" He smirked and raised a single eyebrow, then followed the enchanting witch into a secluded corner.

Lavender wasted no time in coming to her point.

"I like Ron, to get him I need to get Harry, You like Ginny……don't even try to deny it, I have seen those pathetic puppy dog eyes you send her! Here is my plan so listen up! You distract Ginny; I will seduce Harry so I can get Ron jealous. You will get Ginny through rebound and I will finally get Ron. Harry, well, he can lick his wounds with Hermione, I mean there is enough girls out there that would be willing to console him so no worries there." The triumphant smile that glittered in the darkness was nothing short of evil. Dean thought, just for a moment that even You-Know-Who might have flinched at that smile.

Dean was temporarily dumbstruck "are you mad woman!" Dean hissed under his breath, the initial shock had worn off but the anger still bubbled under the service "if you want Ron, then you will have to get him without ME! Sure I think Ginny is HOT, what guy without red hair doesn't?" Dean was talking low so not to be heard by anyone but her, however you couldn't escape the anger that laced every word.

"Harry is my mate and if you were not so caught up with yourself you would see that he has eyes for Ginny and NO ONE else!" Glancing around the room and pointing out several girls that were presently sending Harry bedroom eyes while he sat oblivious to the fact while laughing along with something Ginny had said, Dean continued. "Harry could get any girl in this castle with one snap of his fingers, hell he wouldn't even need to do that, a flick of his head and they would come running. He chose Ginny and she chose him and no one comes a close second for either of them!"

Lavender just looked around the room taking in the scene for the first time that night. Maybe she would have to adjust her plan "does that mean you won't help me?" she asked him coyly drawing shapes on his chest with on delicate well painted finger nail.

"Yeah that's right" snapped Dean shaking his head "I won't help…..now if you want to climb into my bed baby…. Just say the word" with that he winked and strutted off to chat-up Padma, or was it Parvati, he could never tell which witch was which.

Romilda sat, she sat and she waited, finally her moment had come. Ginny left with Hermione, for what she did not know nor quite frankly did she care. She sauntered towards her target, locking her eyes with his holding him with her sheer will alone. She came to a halt directly in front of him and smiled with all the seduction she had practiced. Romilda figured she must have been oozing with it because she noticed him swallow hard and a sexy smirk appeared across his handsome face. Slowly she reached a hand out towards him and with a smooth and sultry voice she called to him.

"Dance with me Harry"

'Oh Merlin's baggy wide fronts' was the first thought that ran through Harry's mind 'why did Ginny and Herms have to leave, the night was going so nicely.' He watched as Romilda Vane made her way across the room, swinging her hips at what he thought was another sad attempt at his seduction. "This is really getting old, maybe I should just give her what she wants…..yeah right then Ginny will kill me. But on the bright side the damn giggling would stop!"

Falling deeper into his thoughts Harry took on a glazed expression, still looking ahead but not really seeing what was in front of him. 'But then Ginny would have killed me. I would have finally kicked the bucket after way too many attempts of my life that I don't care to count. Voldemort would win; the world would be in chaos. Ginny would be sent to Azkaban…..and all because of the dammed giggling! Ok….get a grip Potter! Hang on, Dumbledore keeps on about the power of love being the power that the dark lord knows not, right……no wait hear me out! I wonder ….what if giggling is the power that could defeat me…..well I'm on to you now Voldy, you can't put one over me, NO SIR!'

Harry smirked that sexy little smirk that comes so naturally to him when he is in his own mind humoring himself, something that happens a lot more then he lets on. Unfortunately for him Romilda assumed that particular smirk was intended for her, to say she was encouraged by it would be an understatement.

"Dance with me Harry" she purred again, a little louder hoping to drag him out of his stupor that she, once again incorrectly assumed, was caused by her beauty (the outfit must have been a hit, I guess the love potion was not needed after all. It looks like a good push-up bra wins out every time!)

"He can't dance with you…..he is dancing with me!" another voice added crisply

"The HELL he is girls, that delicious creature of studliness is ALL mine!" another voice had demanded with a slight slur.

Harry felt hands running down his torso, starting from his shoulders down to his chest. The sudden physical attention made him jump with panic and a frustrated groan was released rather loudly into the room.

"This one is too much MAN for YOU silly girls to handle….he is coming with me…..I can make him sssssoooooooo happy" This voice that was undeniably dripping with lust and all the promise of a good time ahead, had come from directly behind him and a little to close to his ear for his liking.

"HA!" snorted Romilda Vane "Harry will not want to put his life on the line by sleeping with the likes of YOU" she scoffed waspishly "who knows what little surprises you come with!"

The next thing Harry knew, he was being shoved aside by the unknown girl standing behind him as she lunged over the sofa taking down Vane and simultaneously knocking over the other two like bowling pins. Seamus was howling with laughter while Harry picked himself off the ground and looked onto the scene in horror. The other two girls, indignant with their fate joined in on the attack in a fury of hair pulling and ankle biting. The now four girls fighting were a tangle of arms and legs while each shouted rather loudly, profanities and detailed explanations as to why Harry's "man hood" would be better satisfied in each of their own hands.

A snickering noise that was mixed with an exasperating snort sounded behind him and for a moment Harry froze with fear. "I can't leave you alone for one second without you causing a scene." Ginny was glaring down at the girls her hands perched on her hips much like something Harry had seen Mrs. Weasley do at the twins on countless occasions.

"Me?" Harry spluttered "I…..I…..I didn't do anything!" he sounded indignantly his voice several octaves higher then his usual rich tone. This just made Seamus laugh louder and grip his sides, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Shut it you" mumbled Harry sulkily into his fire whisky sporting a pout that could rival any two year old in the country. Harry plopped back down on the couch as far away from the tangled girls as he could.

Reaching down and wrapping her hands around his chest, Ginny whispered into his ear something that brought a smile back to his face. His eyebrows shot up with surprise as her tongue traced the shell of his ear and ending with a playful nip on his earlobe.

Carefully he stepped over the couch to avoid the flailing girls and hid behind his girlfriend. "HE-HEM" came a stern almost McGonagall-ish voice, Ginny was really talented at impressions.

The fighting girls came to an abrupt stop. Each girl looked up ragged and disheveled, panting breathlessly as they tried to regain some decorum.

"Honestly…you would think you would have better things to do then try and claim the attention of someone who obviously has a girlfriend!" Ginny's voice was smooth and deadly calm. Anyone of her brothers could have told you that it spelt disaster and that it was in fact time to cut and run. Unfortunately the only brother that would have been able to warn them of the danger hidden within it was other wise occucpied sucking face with his girlfriend and oblivious to the drama that was presently unfolding.

"Are you SO desperate to have your fifteen minutes of fame? Do you even know what it means to claim the privilege of being Harry's girl?" Ginny swept the startled girls with cold eyes "WELL DO YOU?" her voice echoed throughout the room stopping everyone from their previous musings.

Harry tried to clam her by placing his hand on her shoulder, she shrugged him off. "They need to hear this Harry" she pleaded with her voice and her eyes "or they will never stop, they will never leave us alone." He just nodded and backed away slightly, he knew what she was going to say but it didn't make it any easier for him to hear.

"Think about it for one moment will you! It's not just pictures in the papers and posing for…..whatever…….you being with him, that puts you on the top of the list for all Death Eaters and their bloody king!" she was glaring at the girls, more angry then she had ever remembered being in her life. "I know what this is, what it means. I DON'T CARE!"

Ginny turned and looked deeply into Harry's eyes, she spoke more softly threading each word with all the love and affection that she held for him. Stroking his face with her delicate hands then holding his face gently so that he had no choice but to look directly into her eyes, Ginny directed her words to him alone "I don't care Harry….I know the dangers……I accept them….I…I love you Harry and there is nothing…..NOTHING you can say or do that will stop that!"

The party had stopped and the room stood with a heavy silence. Ron came to proudly stand by his sister and his best make along with Hermione. They were making a silent united front showing Harry and the entire occupants of the room that they were right with him no matter what they had to face. They would face it together.

Three of the four girls had the good grace to look abashed. Awkwardly they stood up untangling themselves from the twisted positions of arms and legs that they had found themselves in. With a mumbled apology they left the party as quickly as they could, trying to avoid the pitting looks from their classmates. Soon it was just Romilda starring defiantly right back at Ginny.

"You're not the only one that could help! What makes you so special! My pedigree alone makes me a better match for someone like Harry!" she scoffed at Ginny, clearly looking down her nose at what she truly believed was the less deserving witch.

An icy cold grin crept across Ginny's face; Ron, Harry and Hermione groaned and together stepped back. They knew better then to interfere, it wasn't worth their lives. Quicker then anything Romilda had ever witnessed before, or for that matter would ever see again in her life time, Ginny had her wand trained with a steady hand and a steely glare in her eyes directed at the other girls terrified face.

The next thing that anyone would remember was the sickening screams that filled the room from the terrified girl that was writhing on the floor in pain as fantastic bat bogies were viscously attacking with gusto. Ginny looked on with glee, admiring her work with one eyebrow raised and a satisfied smirk gracing her beautiful face.

"Oh dear" remarked Hermione as she cast a pitying look towards the younger girl on the floor.

The room the brought our of its collective shock and burst into action, a few braver girls tried to help Vane but unsure of what they could do only ended up staring down at the her in horror. Some found it funny and was unable to hind the snickering before they burst out in laughter. Ginny grew tired of it all and with a casual flick of her wand she removed the curse

Romilda Vane crawled on her hands and knees drawing in a deep breath. Harry sighed, this was way out of hand and he couldn't help feeling responsible. Squatting down he put a hand on the trembling girls shoulder.

"Are you alright?" he asked tentatively. Vane nodded her head but she would not look at him, she couldn't as she was too embarrassed.

"Please…." Harry pleaded. He had to get this all to stop before someone got really hurt. "Please" he said again "I ….uuummm…..appreciate your……uuuummm……affections but…….well…..I'm with Ginny. There is NO ONE else for me, nor could there ever be anyone but Ginny……You have to understand that." Harry's gentle voice softened the blow of the harsh words and Romilda finally looked into his expressive green eyes.

Harry smiled "I really am not all that great you know……I'm not at all that romantic, I have a filthy temper, I'm obsessed with Quidditch, I can be bloody moody at times…." With that a snort was sounded suspiciously from Ron and Hermione's direction, Harry chose to ignore this and continue his list of faults. "I…..uuummmm, I have a mad man after me and to top it all off my only living relatives are barking mad!" This gained a loud snicker from Ron that made Harry smile.

Romilda Vane slowly stood up with the help of Harry, what he did not understand was this action alone along with his kindness and gentle behavior cancelled out all the things he had listed along with anything else the might have been tempted to add.

She smiled and in a small defeated voice she said simply "I still think you're wonderful" then Romilda Vane placed a small kiss on his cheek, gathered her dignity and escaped to her dorm her head held high and her mind already plotting her next move.

It took exactly 30 seconds after Vanes dramatic exit for the party to kick back into full gear. Harry turned to Ginny with a smirk and shrugged his shoulders.

"Nice speech, after finding out all those nasty things about you Harry, I don't think we can stay together after all." Ginny grinned playfully hoping to put the evenings events behind them, she had something very special that she wanted to share with him and was determined not to have her evening spoiled.

Harry snorted and held out his hand for her to take. "Let's go for a walk Gin" he said softly drawing her towards the portrait door. Ginny smiled and linked her fingers with his. In actual fact she thought his speech had been amazing, cementing her feeling towards him and she aimed to show him exactly that tonight.

Ron and Hermione were arguing (again) about an essay that was due and she insisted that they go up to his room so that she could give it the "once over". Party or not, she had her priorities straight!

Ok, so maybe it was the only excuse she could come up with to get him alone. When he had brought her over to stand with Harry and Ginny, she knew he was it for her. He didn't start shouting that Harry was too dangerous for Ginny to be involved with or demand that she stay away from him. No, he stood proudly beside his sister, ready to back her and Harry, even if it meant his life. He was simply amazing and with that simple act of loyalty she fell completely in love with him.

They opened the door and soon fell shockingly silent. The scene that greeted them had left them speechless. Lavender Brown, dressed only in one of Ron's school shirts was draped across his bed posed perfectly waiting for her hopefully soon to be lover.

"Hello Mr. Weasley" she purred as she shifted her head slightly to the left finally noticing Hermione. Her mask of seduction slipped slightly for a second or two but she regained her determination quickly.

"Oh…..hello there Hermione. Why don't you be a dear and run along, 'Won-Won' and I have some things to discuss." Lavender tried to stare Hermione down, she was soon to find out that she picked the wrong witch to tangle with.

Ron stood gapping much like a fish, turning quickly to Hermione he stumbled his words "Mione…..I didn't……she's barmy……..I would never……..She's totally mental!" his voice rose an octave with each word that had managed to escape his lips until he finally finished with such a high squeak he thought he saw the glass in the window shudder.

Patting his arm Hermione smiled reassuringly to Ron. "I know Ron……..could you give me and Lavender a moment please?" Her voice was soft and gentle; not at all what you would have thought it should have been like after such goings on.

Ron hesitantly left the room, this was not a reaction he had ever heard from her before. It was to civilized, not that Hermione was not a lady because she was that and so much more. She was soft and gentle but with an unrelenting loyalty and bravery streak, anyone had to stand back to admire her. She was kind and generous and such a lady in every sense of the word, more so then anyone he had ever met before. But she was so many other wonderful things; she was caring, loving and smart. Merlin she was a clever girl, so very clever that it made him wonder what she ever saw in him.

The door gave a soft click and there were a few minutes of silence. Ron put his ear to the door to try and decipher what was being said between the two girls; just in case Hermione needed his help. All he could hear was some soft mumblings that seemed to be coming from Hermione and if he wasn't mistaken, Lavender had not opened her mouth, not yet at any rate.

Jumping back quickly out of fear, you might have thought a spider had crawled across the door, Ron heard an ungodly scream almost like a tortured animal. Before he could figure the best course of action the door swung open. Screaming and completely bald, Lavender came flying out of the room. She had tears streaming down her face and the words "my hair….my beautiful hair" was being repeated amongst the agonizing crying of disbelieve.

Ron stepped into the room, looking into a pair of very satisfied eyes; it was an impressive sight to witness. "That was bloody brilliant Mione!" he said with that boyish smirk that she loved so very, very much.

"Shut the door Ronald" said Hermione and patted the bed beside her. This was her intent all along he realized with a start, as he approached her he began to see her in a new and wonderful light. The last words he remembered her saying that night was "kiss me" and as he was not as simple minded as some may have believed, he did just that and quite a lot more.

I know Harry did not say "I love you" back to Ginny, but never fear you will have something to look forward to in the next chapter. In fact, the first scene in the next chapter was written before this chapter was released from my mind. I was going to include it with this one but it was getting rather long, so I decided to end it here and begin the next one with Harry and Ginny. There will be a life changing decision made, so I will tempt you all with that little tid-bit and say goodnight and until the next update, have a great time reading.