AN: So, this pretty much tells you what sorta of a mood I was in all week. At the start I was serious and poetic. Then I was a COMPLETE girly-girl and spent ages deciding on the perfect outfit. Then I was weird and very laidback and thought "I've written in depth about Fleur, now I'll have a bit of fun with her". Then I was in a totally random mood when I wrote the bit about the kitten. BUT, as rambling as this may be, it DOES have a point. And okay, maybe it doesn't fit with the others, but hey, if you don't like it, go away!!! Joke. I need all you lovelies sniffes and cries "You're the only friends I've got!"

So yeah...oh, and when she says Accio parchment and quill, that part caused me a lot of trouble, because instead of and I wrote agus, then I thought that isn't write and wrote et. sigh. But woohoo, multilingual!!! I wish...

So yup. I feel so light-headed at the mo, its hilarious. I think it's exhaustion...and APPARENTLY, I am not just part-Luna part-Hermione, I am also now part SIRIUS because I'm trying to make it look like I killed people??? Wow, is my life weird.

And a quote to brighten up your day:

"I'm wet and exhausted."

"That's so attractive." -My friends at break.

Now, I command you to READ ON!!!!!!

She made her goodbyes to Seamus and Apparated back to the Burrow, shocked to find everyone already in bed. It was Halloween! What were they doing?

She went quietly into Ginny's bedroom. Hermione was fast asleep. Lavender quickly slipped out of her work things and into her pyjamas and slept.

All of a sudden, she was back in the Entrance Hall. Parvati was at her back, worried about the whereabouts of her twin. Beside her stood her favourite ever teacher, Professor Lupin, by his side a young woman with bright pink hair that refused to leave his side, though he shouted and begged her to.
Shards of glass flew by them as a giant broke another window. Lavender bent and hid her face, in the privacy of her arms she gave a tearless sob. She was afraid of death. After everything she had sworn, everything she had promised Neville and the others, after all she had said of sacrificing everything for Harry's cause, the unlikely Gryffindor was still scared.

Then all of a sudden, there was Dolohov, flying through the broken window straight at them, almost floating upon the force of his hatred. He landed on his feet. She and Parvati separated, scattering, Parvati towards the Great Hall, and Lavender to a secret passageway...one that Ron had shown her the year before, where they had spent so many happy evening strolls.

Dolohov was on her heels. Then a jet of gold light came flying towards him. The pink haired witch shot Lavender a smile. Lavender paused and caught Parvati's eye as well.

A wild man came running towards them, and the pink haired woman's smile vanished as her husband took a flying leap. He went straight into shaft of moonlight and turned into a streak of grey fur. The two werewolves clashed in mid-air, both once touched by the moonlight would remain that way until dawn.

But Greyback did not seem interested in the other wolf.

"Run!" screamed the young woman as Greyback began running to Lavender. She obeyed. She ducked behind the tapestry into the passage, up the narrow winding stairs. Greyback did not follow.

She came out upon the next landing, searching frantically for a familiar face. She saw Parvati speeding past, looking up one of the staircases, where Dean was crying for help. Dolohov was standing again, running after her.

There were so many people here, Lavender could not see anyone, and suddenly, she was engaged in battle with a masked Death Eater.

And then she was falling, falling... A wolf came running towards her, and Hermione shouting "No!" was the last thing she heard...

Lavender woke in a sweat, breathing heavily. From the window, golden sunlight told her it was morning. She was sobbing uncontrollably. She looked at the bed next to hers. Herrmione was gone.

As she took deep, trembling breaths to calm herself, the door opened.

"Hermione, I need to talk to you,"said Ron's voice. He looked at the empty bed. Hermione was not there.

"Oh, so that's how you want to play is it?" he muttered, then saw Lavender. "What's wrong?" he said.

"N-nothing," she answered. "A bad dream."

He sat down and put an arm around her. "Are you okay?"

As much as she wanted to say yes, she shook her head and pursed her lips. She had been crying far too much lately, and Ron was never very sensitive.

He put his other arms around her and pulled her into his chest. "Was it the battle?" he asked quietly.

She nodded and looked up at him. "How did you know?"

"Everyone dreams of it. I remember our first few nights back here, the whole house could hear Ginny sobbing. I think she still cries. I remember it too, but I suppose I've been through a lot so it doesn't affect me as much. I know some nights George refuses to sleep because he knows he'll dream of it. It's not something to be ashamed of Lavvy-girl."

She grimaced. "I just remember being so afraid and running, then all of a sudden I'm falling and Greyback's there. And Hermione screaming at him. That's when I lost consciousness. I woke up seven weeks later in hospital to find everyone hurt, or dead and my own parents not speaking to me."

"Really?"

"I saw them once before they kicked me out."

"But you're surviving well enough on your own now."

"Only because I've got you guys and Seamus. And Parvati too now, I guess."

"Was that where you were last night?"

She nodded. "Why weren't you guys up celebrating? You always loved Halloween."

"I...I sort of fought with Hermione last night."

"Oh. Worse than usual?"

"Yeah. Mum and Dad were at the Diggorys', it was the three of us and George and Alicia. They left early though."

"What did you fight over?"

"Well, actually, it was sort of over you." He shifted uncomfortably.

Lavender pulled away from him and turned her back. "I'll pack up now. Seamus might let me stay until I get my own place."

"No! It isn't like that! I don't want you to move out. It's just Hermione...I don't know, she's been acting weirdly ever since you got with Seamus and she says you're not part of the household and you've already caused so much trouble."

"Trouble in Paradise," said Lavender. "But why did you guys fight over me?"

"Well...she thinks that the only reason I want you to stay is because I still like you..." he trailed off.

"What? But, you don't, do you? I mean, the two of you are engaged and..."

"I know. But I can see where she's coming from. You are very sexy..."

"Thanks Ron. Only in long tops." She looked at him. "But that certainly isn't competition is it?"

"I don't know. I don't think so."

"Hermione's the loveliest person I've ever known. So she's a bit hot-headed, but she's kind and loving and caring."

"She's changed I think. I don't know. It's silly."

Lavender put her hand on his cheek. "You're the one that's changed. You're a lot more sensitive than before."

"Really?"

"Really. And you've noticed Hermione's feeling uncomfortable. Wait." She turn and flipped onto her front, digging at the space between the bed and the cabinet. "Here we are. Where's my wand? There: Accio parchment and quill!" They flew from her bag. The quill was self inking so she wrote "From Lavender. And Ron. Because we said so." She placed the scrap on Peggy and put it on the baby blue duvet.

"There. Now she'll know we've talked."

"Great."

"Yup. Now, away with you. I have to get changed!"

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She stood up and opened the wardrobe. She felt like dressing up today. She took out her little cream linen dress with the Chinese collar and capped sleeves, and double layer knee length skirt. It was her favourite. She grabbed her brown leather belt and fastened it round her middle and pulled on clear tights. She ran to the bathroom and fixed her hair and make-up, with a with flick of her wand she cut herself a fringe and layers that would grow out during the night, then threw on some eyeliner and black mascara and lip gloss. She shouldered her lovely brown felt jacket then looked around. Where were those shoes?

She went downstairs, thinking she may have left them at the back door. But no, she hadn't worn them since she moved here.

Where could they be?

She heard someone moving in the kitchen.

"'Ello," said Fleur Weasley looking surprised. "I thought zat everyone was gone."

"Er...no...I was just about... to...leave. Um, having fun?" she said eyeing the tub of ice cream Fleur was holding.

"Agh! Ever since I had ze baby, I have had zese...er...I think cravings is the word yes?"

"Uh, yeah I guess..."

"Yes, well, it was Bill's turn to shop and 'e 'as forgotten ze ice cream! So I come here instead."

"Right, well, er...you haven't seen a pair of very sexy brown boots lying around have you?"

Fleur frowned. "No. But 'Ermione was wearing a very nice pair."

"But she doesn't have-" she gasped. "The-" Then she stopped. "No. I will not call her a female dog, especially as I turn into one once a month. Okay, I better go and change. Er, nice to...see you Fleur..."

"Ah, you are wanting zese shoes? Oh, but I 'ave ze perfect thing! You are about my 'eight I think?"

"Em, yeah but I really have to get to work..."

"But no, you must come! Come! Come, come, come, come!" She grabbed Lavender's hand. "We cannot let you take off zat lovely dress."

Fleur turned on the spot and Apparated them both.

"Oh. This is nice," said Lavender surveying the living room of Shell Cottage.

"Yes, it is. Come upstairs! Be very quiet, we do not wish to wake up Victoire. Ah, zat would be bad indeed."

"Yes, I suppose." Lavender wasn't exactly sure why she was here. Surely she should just Apparate back and change?

"Here we are!" said Fleur and she opened a wooden trunk. "My shoes, yes? You are size seven too?"

"How did you know?"

"It is a gift. Ah, here we are!" She produced the most lovely high heeled soft leather brown knee boots Lavender had ever seen.

"Oh, they're gorgeous Fleur."

"Yes, it is a pity my feet have...swollen yes?" She wiggled a foot to show Lavender. "And now I cannot wear them if I do not want horrible blisters all over my feet. But you, ah...you have a good figure, zese will look lovely! Put zem on!"

"Alright..." Lavender sat down on the soft feather quilted bed and pulled the boots on.

"Ah! A perfect fit!"

"They're gorgeous Fleur."

"And just the thing for your work. Zey make you look...powerful, yes?"

"If powerful means about a foot taller then yes, I suppose so..." Lavender admired them in the full length wardrobe mirror.

"And only ze best. Zese shoes, my mother sent me from Paris. It is a brand, hmm, popular with Muggles, but it never really made it in ze witch's world. I don't know, perhaps you 'ave 'eard of it, you seem to 'ave good taste in Muggle clothes. Er...it is called Chanel?"

"Well, actually I buy this stuff second hand and make it look better. Cha-nel... no, is it nice?"

"Ze nicest. And very cheap too."

"Oh. I'll look out for it then. But now, I really must go, thanks for your help and everything."

"Ah! It is no trouble. I get so bored with only little Victoire here..."

"Cool. Well then, I'll see you."

She Apparated back to the monotonous carpet and heavy curtains. Seamus was waiting.

"You're late," he said. "Beth's outside."

Lavender opened the door. "Beth, I'm here."

"Oh look." Beth said turning around. "I found this little thing outside. Isn't he adorable?"

"Beth! You're so weird!"

"What?" she said defensively. "He's not dirty or anything."

"No, but it's a sort of rule of thumb that werewolves don't like cats..."

"But he's so adorable."

"See, you shouldn't really be saying that, you should be saying he's really annoying or he's really hard to catch or he can't sing."

"But I don't think any of that."

Lavender sniffed. "Beth, he stinks!"

Beth sniffed as well. "Argh! He does indeed." She dropped the kitten. "Right. Well, Lavender, this is my fiancé Henry."

Only then did Lavender notice the thin young man standing next to her. "Nice to meet you," she said and shook his hand. She turned back to Beth. "I'm sorry we couldn't be here yesterday but something came up..."

"That's quite alright. Was it that nasty article?" she asked.

Lavender turned to Seamus. "I thought nobody read page eight!"

"No one does read page eight!" said Henry.

"I do! So does Beth!"

"Correction, very few people read page eight."

"Yes! We are a minority Beth. Give me five!" They slapped hands.

"Henry works for the Prophet." Beth explained.

"Ah right. Well, please make sure you don't write any lies about me."

"I promise I won't." he said with a smile.

"Right, well, shall we get started then?" Lavender said.

"Sure. Nice shoes by the way..."

"Thanks. Have you ever heard of Chanel?..."

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