Author's Note: For some reason, Fanfiction.net deleted my glorious chapter and I have to start from scratch. Hope this meets the standards, everyone! –Kaitlin
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Ron sputtered, completely in shock. He backed up a bit as Lavender came closer, still working on the buttons on her nightshirt. His first impulse was to rush over and rip her shirt off, but then he realized who was standing in front of him- Lavender, not Hermione. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and closed his eyes.
"Get away from me."
"Don't be silly, Ron, look..."
"Are you deaf? I said get away!" He could feel the anger boiling inside of him. Suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to walk away from Lavender, but he knew there was more he needed to say.
Unfortunately for him, Lavender had finally managed to make progress on unbuttoning her shirt. She smiled as she let the shirt drop to the floor, before tugging on the waistband of her pajama bottoms.
Ron couldn't help but stare as he momentarily forgot (for the second time) who was standing in front of him. After a few seconds, he was jolted back into reality, the anger surging through his veins worse than ever.
"We are through, do you understand me? We're through! I never loved you, and I never will!" With daring, he walked across the room and shoved Lavender's crumpled pajama top back into her hands. "Put your clothes back on, you're disgusting me."
Out of nowhere, a door slammed and footsteps could be heard coming down the spiral staircase. "What are you doing, just standing there? Get dressed!" Ron hissed at Lavender, horrified that they would be caught. Forgetting that he still held the photos in his hand, he crossed the room in two strides and stuffed them hastily into his bag.
Lavender had just pulled the shirt through her head when Hermione appeared in the common room, her face a tear-stained mess. Her eyes darted from the half-dressed Lavender, then to Ron, before finally stopping at a spot on the floor near Ron's feet.
Ron glanced down, feeling as though a bucket of ice water had been dumped into his stomach. In his haste to hide the pictures, he had dropped several on the floor!
Within seconds, Hermione was sobbing in a way Ron had never seen before. Tears flew down her cheeks as she hurried back up the staircase. The situation could not have been worse.
"Hermione, no! I can explain!" Realizing how lame his excuse sounded, Ron bounded up the staircase after her.
"LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" She shrieked, turning around so violently that Ron was caught off balance. His footing slipped, and suddenly he was tumbling down the stairs, landing unconscious on the floor.
