Written for Hogwarts' Quilting Appreciation Day Event: RonLavender, the Crafty Cocktail Corner: Grenadine - (item) book, (pairing) RonLavender, the Writing Club: Character Appreciation - House: Gryffindor, Showtime: I Move On - Write about being fearless, Count Your Buttons: Ron Weasley, Lyric Alley: Feel the rush way up here, A Year in Entertainment: Movie - Jumanji: (object) a board game, the Insane House Challenge: Location - Gryffindor Common Room, the 365 Prompts Challenge: Quote - "You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.".

Word count: 312

I want, I want, I want

Ron made her feel fearless, like nothing could ever go wrong.

When she looked at him, she instantly felt like smiling. He was nice to her — didn't mock her for loving pink and makeup, and even if he didn't understand why she loved Divination so much, he didn't make her feel lesser for it.

Her mother had always told her that if she found a boy who was nice and kind, she had to go for him.

"Don't be like me," she had said, softly brushing her daughter's hair a Lavender read ahead in her Divination book. "Find someone who's nice to you," she'd said.

(Lavender's father was already long dead by then, but some scars lingered beyond death, it seemed.)

Ron taught her chess.

She knew how to play already, of course, but she pretended she didn't, just so he'd put his hand on hers and help her with the pieces.

Sometimes, he looked at her oddly, like he was wondering how she'd gone six years at Hogwarts without ever learning to play chess, and she'd think he was onto her.

But a few kisses later and he forgot all about those doubts as Lavender swallowed back the guilt that rose, sour, in her stomach.

She thought about him at nights and Parvati teased her about moaning his name in her sleep — she always blushed as she remembered the ghost of his hands on her skin, always so soft and warm in her dreams and so different from their callused reality.

She thought about him during the day too, and her teachers scolded her for her wandering mind. She caught herself once as she was about to hand in an essay where she had doodled his name next to hers, and she stared at it for a while.

Their names looked good together, she thought, and she wanted.