Disclaimer: Must I repeat myself? Don't you already know that J. K. Rowling owns everything in this story except the plot?! Are you blind? Really, you are? Huh. Carry on then.

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Chapter 4: Big Fights and Premonitions

Ron had started to date Lavender because he had to, for Harry's sake. But now, he was having so much fun it wasn't like work. He really liked Lavender, so that was why no one could tell her that he had started being friends with her to get information. Ron just prayed that she couldn't predict that.

"Hey." Lavender said as she met Ron one night in the common room for a date. "So where are we going tonight?"

"Follow me." Ron said simply, taking her hand. He lead her to the Astronomy tower.

"You know, we're not allowed-" Lavender started, but stopped when they got to the top and she spotted a picnic. There was a blanket laid out with food from the kitchen and two candles. "Oh my God." Lavender whispered with a smile. "It's perfect."

The two of them ate, talking about school. When they were done with their food, they laid down and looked up at the stars, in each others arms. The conversation quickly changed to Lavender's premonitions.

"I have been trying so hard to channel all of my energy toward seeing who is writing Harry, but it's not working." Lavender said, frowning a little.

"That's okay. Just don't try too hard. I don't want you blowing up or something." Ron said, making Lavender laugh.

"I don't think you'll have to worry about that. The worst thing I read about was some witch being in the hospital for a month." Lavender said, making Ron looked worried. "Don't worry. She was trying to read people's mind. I won't try that."

"Good." Ron said with a laugh. He looked at his watch and frowned, "We better get back to the common room. It's late." So they cleaned up their picnic (with magic, of course) and walked back to the Gryffindor tower, holding hands.

When they got inside, they found Hermione sitting on the couch, waiting for them.

"Oh, yeah Ron." She said cheerfully. Then added, without even a smile, "Lavender."

"Hey Hermione, what are you doing up so late?" Ron asked, trying to make it less uncomfortable. Lavender and Hermione were glaring daggers at each other.

"I need to talk to you." Hermione said to Ron, then pulled him away from his girlfriend so they could talk in private. Lavender glared at Hermione's back, and waited on the couch.

"What?" Ron said, a little annoyed.

"Harry got another letter." She said, shoving it into Ron's hands.

You will die. tonight.

"Oh my God." Ron said. "We have to go to Dumbledore."

"That's were Harry is right now." Hermione said. "So, how is your fake girlfriend?" She said, loathing in her voice. "Does she know that you used her yet?"

"I didn't use her."

"Oh really? So going out with someone just to get information isn't using them?" Hermione said with a little laugh.

"I hope she doesn't know. I don't think she can predict things like that." Ron said, but suddenly turned around when he heard someone crying.

Lavender was sitting on the couch, her head in her hands. She looked up and said, "Don't be so sure." Lavender ran past Ron and into the girls dormitory.

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A/N: Poor Lavender. She predicted that her boyfriend was using her, and Ron just proved it. Do you know who wrote the letter? Tell me and see if you are right!