Author's Note: Hello everyone here's another chapter. It is only this long because I thought I could submit it to the QLFC but then found out I had written for Ron/Lavender rather than Ron/Pansy as I should have! So enjoy aha.

Prompts:

Hook A Duck: (location) Honeydukes

Card: Hesper Starkey (Bronze) - Incorporate a lunar event into your story.

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Sweet on Her

This was an important night for Ron. It was the night he proved to everyone that he was for Lavender, and not Hermione. This sort of declaration needed a grand gesture, proof where everyone could see. He felt giddy and terrified all at once. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and he felt almost drunk on the power of it all. The stone passageway was dark and dank, somewhere in the black a leak dripped down from the ceiling, echoing hollowly in the overwhelming silence. Ron pressed one hand to the wall in attempt to keep his bearings and strained to hear anything in the darkness. There was only his own shaky breathing and the pounding of his own heart to accompany the drip, drip, drip.

Satisfied, he began moving slowly forward again, his wand held high to light the corridor but the end was still not in sight. It felt like he had been walking for far longer than was necessary and he was almost afraid that it was a trap and that he would walk head first into the giant spider's nest in the forbidden forest.

Finally, Ron stumbled across the ladder and at the base he paused. Fishing in his back pocket he pulled out the map and shone his wand light over the section that showed the Gryffindor boy's sixth year dorm. Harry's marker was still tucked up in bed, presumably fast asleep, and hopefully he would stay that way until Ron could return the map he hadn't asked to borrow.

After waiting for a few moments, just to be sure, Ron returned the map to his pocket, gripped his wand between his teeth and started to climb. The floor panel was heavy and Ron was afraid the scraping sound would alert someone to his presence, but as he popped his head into the darkened store room everything was quiet.

Carefully, he climbed into the store room and up the back staircase to the shop floor. The apartment above remained thankfully quiet and the shop appeared closed and empty. Ron moved towards the big store windows and peered past the colourful and enticing displays. Like the shop, the street beyond seemed empty. There was not even a stray drunk from the Three Broomsticks stumbling down the road and he could see that thick snow lay undisturbed in the clear light of the full moon.

Once assured that he wouldn't be caught, Ron turned and surveyed the room behind him. He had been to Honeydukes before of course, but never at night and never without a crowd of giddy children filling every available space. It was hard to know what to look at first. Even in the darkness the sweets that crammed the shelves and stands were bright with colour, as if nothing could dull them. Ron's stomach grumbled noisily at the sight of all those liquorice wands and flying fancies, but he shook himself. He was here for a reason, and it wasn't to satisfy his own stomach.

Ron squeezed his eyes shut, desperately dragging up the image of his girlfriend and trying to place her in this shop. This whole trip was to impress Lavender as much as prove to the world where his desires lay. He ignored the squirm in his stomach as the image of Lavender wavered and was briefly replaced with Hermione, laughing Hermione chasing chocolate frogs. He threw a quick glance at the stand of purple and gold boxes but he knew, from hours of complaining, that Lavender hated those sweets.

A cat yowled in protest somewhere in the dark town, effectively jerking Ron out of his musings over the frizzy haired witch. Hermione wasn't important now, Lavender was.

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Within the hour Ron had pulled off his little heist, left the correct money in the till, and had snuck back into the castle and dormitory without getting caught. He wasn't sure that Harry was completed convinced of his innocence, giving him quite a suspicious look when he revealed his bounty, but thankfully his best friend said nothing more about it.

It wasn't his opinion that Ron cared about anyway. It wasn't Harry that Ron wanted to annoy and impress. He snuck down in the early hours of Saturday morning, shooing away the few early birds, and spent half an hour arranging a great display in the Gryffindor common room. He positioned a heart around their initials on the main table.

It was time well spent and he was rewarded for his efforts. As the occupants of the Gryffindor tower began to wake on this cold morning, those who had stayed asleep did not stay that way for long and were sharply awakened by the screeching of Lavender Brown as she rushed down the stairs and flung herself into Ron's arms.

She squawked and squealed and gasped and giggled as she surveyed the array of sweets that Ron had bought for her. She ignored the disgusted looks of the students who squeezed past them and kissed him fiercely in the middle of the common room.

Ron focused all of his attention on the beautiful blonde, basking in her radiant smiles and more than willing to reciprocate her kissing. He knew that Lavender would never be a great love of his, but she was his and his biggest distraction.

He didn't keep one eye on the girl's staircase. He wasn't looking out for one, frizzy haired girl in particular. He didn't want to see her face fall as she looked at them, or the flash of jealousy in her deep brown eyes. The crumple of her face as she stormed out of the room and off to breakfast.

No, it was all for Lavender. He was sweet on her.

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