Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the ideas for this fic! All characters belong to the great J.K.Rowling! Bows down to her
Full Summary: Everyone's 18 and has graduated from Hogwarts. Harry and Hermione are going out and live together. Ron and Lavender have been seperated since the 2nd half of 7th year. Ron is dating Parvati. Ron calls Parvati 'Lavender' on accident and they break up. But then Parvati has her eye on Harry and there's a misunderstanding. Will Parvati's desperateness for men ruin H/Hr's relationship and ruin the chances for a new beginning for R/L?
---The Funeral
Lavender was in the sitting room during her parents funeral, not wanting to look at her parents livid bodies. She had seen them once, when she had first came in to the funeral home.
She had been there for 3 hours now. People that she hadn't seen for 3 years or more had come up to her, telling her how sorry they were. The funeral would last only one more hour.
"Lavie, honey!" Lavender looked up to see none other than the witch herself. Lavender faked a smile.
"Hello Vati!" She replied, walking over to where Parvati was standing, with Harry and Hermione. Parvati pulled her into a hug. She was being really loud.
"Parvati, could you speak a little louder? I'm not sure if all of France heard you!" Harry said menacingly. He thought that it was very rude of her to be so loud at a funeral, it was disrespectful. Parvati laughed a flirty laugh.
"I would be as loud as you could want me to be!" She whispered into Harry's ear, flirtatiously winking at him. He got a confused look on her face. Hermione noticed this, but she shrugged it off. 'This is not the place for it!' She kept thinking, as she was watched Parvati shamelessly flirt openly with her boyfriend. Harry, of course, didn't know that Parvati was flirting with him. He never did spot things like that. He thought that they were just having a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
Half an hour later, Parvati decided that it was time for her to leave.
"I'll owl you soon! Bye babe!" She hugged Lav again and apparated away.
"Good riddance!" Hermione mumbled. She was getting annoyed by her presence. Lav walked away and over to Auntie Cipko.
"Where's your red head?" Aunt Cipko asked Lav.
"I'm not sure, I thought that he would have been the first one here." Lav said, looking down. Auntie Cipko smiled.
"Follow your heart darling." She said gently. Lavender looked up at her, questionably. "You'll know what I mean when the time comes." She said, before apparating away.
---After the Funeral, but still at the Funeral Home
The funeral had ended half an hour ago, but Lavender was still at the funeral home, sitting in the front row of chairs that had been set up for the viewing. This was the first time that she had really looked at her parents. Lavender looked up, towards the ceiling.
"You look beautiful, Mom." She whispered. Tears were now cascading down her face. "They died so young. And I never got to tell them that I loved them!" She said, her voice shaking. She put her head in her hands and started sobbing quietly. She was reminded of a song that she had heard on her muggle radio, called 'Angel'.
---The one A/N in my story:
Go to Belezza's profile and read 'Angel', it was written to correspond to this story.
---They know." A voice whispered to Lavender. She looked up to see Ron standing by her. Ron sat down in the chair next to her and grabbed her hand. She looked over at him and she would swear that she had seen him glow.
"How do you know?" She asked, her face inching closer to his.
"They do. Trust me." He replied, bringing his face closer to hers, so now their faces were less than an inch apart. Lav leaned in, closing the gap between them. Their kiss lasted but a minute, but the effect that the kiss had on both of them would last forever.
---Harry and Hermione had long since apparated home from the funeral. Hermione was acting very cold towards Harry, though Harry, being a guy, had no clue as to why she was being that way. They were sitting in the kitchen, eating spaghetti, neither of them saying a word. Hermione would not look at him. Harry finally decided to say something.
" 'Mione? What's wrong, love? You're not talking to me, and you won't even look at me. What did I do?" Harry asked. After a moment of silence, Hermione looked up at him, tears starting to well up in her eyes.
"Why don't you just go with her?" She said quietly.
"With who? What are you talking about?" Harry asked, confused.
"Parvati Patil! Or, in your words, 'the prettiest girl in our year from Hogwarts'! She was all over you Harry, and you were flirting back!" Hermione said, looking directly into his eyes. She was fighting back the tears, not wanting to cry over him, in front of him.
"What? Hermione, I love you, I don't want Parvati! I swear!" Harry said pleadingly.
"Harry, I just, I don't know what to do anymore! It's obvious that you can find better than me anyway!" Hermione said, hurriedly getting up and running to the spare bedroom where Lav was staying. She quickly locked the door and finally let down her guard, the tears falling freely down her face.
Harry had tried running after her, but he was too late. She was already locked in, and she had locked it so that the 'Alohomora' spell could not open it. Harry walked to their bedroom, not believing what just happened.
--"Lavender?" Ron and Lav pulled away from their 2 second kiss to look up at the owner of the voice. It was Dean. Ron and Lav stood up and walked over to him. Lav holding Ron's hand, frightened. Ron just looked pissed.
"Get out." Ron said, glaring at him.
"Why? I knew them too." Dean said, his words slurring slightly. Lavender stepped out from behind Ron. She could tell that Dean had been drinking a little bit.
"You killed them, bastard. Get out!" Lav said, getting upset. The 3 adults were slowly backing out if the room and were now standing in the front lobby, which was empty, except for the three of them.
"I didn't kill anybody Lav! What are you talking about?" Dean asked. Ron pushed him out of the front door. Him and Lav also walked outside, not wanting to get loud in a funeral home.
"You were drunk asshole, just like you were when you... when you..." Lavender couldn't bring herself to say the words. Ron looked at her and finished the sentence.
"Whenever you hurt her, you sick pervert!" Ron yelled at him, becoming closer.
"What are you, her boyfriend?" Dean asked.
"No." Ron said quietly. Lavender looked down at this point, wondering what to do. Her Aunt's words started to replay in her mind. 'Follow your heart darling'. Now Lavender knew what she meant. Ron stepped toward Dean and grabbed a handful of the front of his shirt, pulling his face close.
"If you ever come near Lavender again, I swear I will kill you with my bare hands. Do you got me?" Ron asked, his eyes narrowing at Dean. Dean just looked at him
"Yeah, yeah." He said in a 'whatever' tone. Ron punched him square in his nose. Dean stumbled backward, but did not lose his balance. Dean punched Ron in his head, Ron falling to the ground, hurt.
"Ron!" She screamed, worried.
Lavender walked up to him and slapped him hard on the face. Dean decided to retaliate. He pushed himself on her, she could now smell the little bit of beer that he had drank from his breath. Her eyes widened with fear. She tried to push him off of her, but she couldn't. She was preparing for the worst, when someone had pushed Dean off of her, and landing on top of him on the ground. She saw the Ron had saved her, and he was now punching Dean in his face continually, until Dean finally fell unconscious. Ron got up and Lavender immediately ran to him, giving him a huge hug.
"Ron, you're my angel." She whispered, burying her face into his neck. Ron kissed her forehead as he gently rubbed her back. She looked up at him, staring into his eyes. "Thank you." She whispered.
"Don't thank me, I'd do anything for you." He said to her softly. She stood on her tiptoes and gently brushed her lips against his. Then they both pulled away, and apparated to Harry and Hermione's.
---Lots of love,
Nico