A/N: Hey, sorry it took so long to update. I've been out for the whole week. Since it's like the last week of summer for me. Also sorry if this is short. You don't learn much about Lavender in HP =/ Well hope you enjoy, BTW it's a bit fulffy. And don't worry the Hermione/Harry is on its way. Review please, that way I know if I should continue for the sake of continuing =) Also check out the other fics ms. buggers and I have written, they might be your fancy.

Disclaimer: look at any HP fanfic, it's all the same...
How could the world be so cruel! To die... in a classroom, of all places! Lavender Brown had always imagined herself dying in some handsome man's power arms. Her lying on the ground, him on his knees and they'd embrance. With her last breath she'd kiss him and tell Seamus that she had always loved him... Seamus? What was he doing in her head...

BANG!

'Owww!' Lavender yelled in pain. She regained her eyesight quickly, but her head throbbed. She looked to around and slowly understood what had happened. Parvati Patil, her best friend, had just swung her bag over her shoulder and hit Lavender sqaure in the face. She had sprinted to the door, like most of the people in the room. They wanted out. They wanted out of this place, before the same thing that happened to the spiders happened to them.

Lavender picked up her bag as well, still rubbing her forehead, for a brief moment she felt like Harry.

'Wait... wait everyone!' came a lone voice from behind them all. It was Neville, the causer of this whole fiasco! 'If we open that door... we'll be spreading this gas to everyone else!' He sounded unsure of himself... but something deep down in Lavender knew he was right...

But that didn't stop her from giving him her best I-couldn't-care-less look. But before Hannah could open the door Professor McGonagol's voice rang though the classroom, 'Colloportus!' The door locked itself. Everybody at the door looked at her with an appalled face. 'Sit back down. Nevlle... has a point... we cannot spread this to the whole school.' Lavender agreed, but she knew the professor said that through clenched teeth.

She sighed, as did everyone else. Once more, silence reigned over them until...

'Now... Neville are - are you certain?' the professor asked looking hesitant.

'No... not... not one hundred percent sure,' Neville repeated quietly. Even though Lavender was behind him she could see the guilt in his face.

'Then there is a chance that you may be wrong,' said Professor McGonagol, 'not implying that you don't your stuff about Herbology.' She finished with a calming smile.

An idea struck Lavender, 'She must know!' she shot at Hermione Granger.

All heads went from McGonagol to Lavender to Hermione, you could hear the cracking of necks. Hermione flushed pink and looked down. 'I wouldn't know anything about this... I've never read about the Mimbulus plant family... I've - I've only heard about them from Neville.' She looked at Neville hopefully, trying to draw the attention to him instead of her. She looked disappointed to Lavender, she finally didn't know something.

Before Lavender turned her head back to her desk she saw Harry place his hand on Hermione's shoulder trying to comfort her. Why didn't they just tell each other. It was the end anyways. Lavender and Parvati had always known that Hermione and Ron were never the perfect match for each other. Too much arguing and too much tension. They kept biting at each others heads. It was fortunate that they ended terms well before Christmas. Lavender remembered distinctly that Ron had asked Hermione out and she agreed. They had dated for a month, but things went... not so well and they broke up. Hermione wouldn't tell them what had exactly happened between them when they asked her in the girls dormitory. Heck, she never told Lavender or Parvati anything at all.

Lavender sighed again... they were back where they started, the deafening silence. She heard a sniff from her side, it was Parvati, she was starting to cry silently. Lavender, being a good friend, put her arm around Parvati. She didn't really know what to say. It wasn't going to be okay. They probably didn't have long before they started to... die... slowly... painfully, even. She shuddered at the thought.

'Lavender...' Parvati weeped, 'I don't want to die...'

'No ones does,' and she tightened her hold around her. Lavender felt like she wanted to cry herself, but she was braver than that.

'That's for sure,' came a voice they knew so well.

Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were standing beside Parvati's desk. They were smiling upon them. 'Don't cry Parvati, you don't want to die crying now do you?' Dean said soothingly.

Seamus and Dean both pulled up a chair and sat down on either side of the two. Lavender loosened her hold on Parvati. To her amazment Parvati proceeded into Dean's arms. Lavender thought that Parvati was still dating that Durmstrang bloke, but Dean...!?

Well, he was a nice guy, a bit immature, ugh... why were all guys so immature at this age. She turned around to give Seamus a quizzical look, and also to get some answers about to two, but found him staring at her in an odd manner.

'Seamus?' He didn't respond, but continued to stare relentlessly. She waves a hand in front of him.

'Oh... er sorry,' he finally said while stratching the back of his head. 'Hey Lavender, I've been meaning to tell you something, I didn't expect to tell you this soon, but you know with... this happening and all.'

She nodded. What did this mean? If the mood of the room wasn't so depressed, she might even have had a giggling fit, but all that was gone from her at the moment. Did he want to tell her he fancied her? Wait... that could be it. But did she like Seamus? Seamus Finnigan? Even near her death she would not leap onto any guy infront of her because she was desperate. It had to mean something to her. Seamus must mean something to her, she was dreaming of him at the beginning of class. If only she could learn more about him, get to know him. Well she did actually know him. They were both in the same house. He did ask her to the Yule Ball didn't he? If only she could turn back time and make him confess then and there. Then they'd have more time to spend, more time to develop together...

'Lavender?' Seamus called quietly. It was her turn to get a waving hand in the face.

'Oh, oh, sorry... what did you say?'

Seamus inhaled. 'I. Fancy. You. Lavender.'

Although shocked by the news, Lavender smiled, she was indeed expecting... something like this. I guess... I. Fancy. You. Too. She thought quietly to herself. She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, then hugged him and stayed in that position, it was comforting. She also had a feeling that she was secure in his arms. And all that time she could sense an ear-to-ear grin on Seamus' face.

But now Lavender Brown's bravery had extinguished. It was her time to let go, her time to cry. Her eyes began to water up, and her vision became blurred. More tears formed and slowly began to roll onto her face. She weeped in his shoulder for a while then remained silent, savouring the first and last moment they had together.

One thing was for sure. She was going to die in the arms of a handsome man... okay... boy. And maybe even use her last breathe to kiss him goodbye, she'd have to see.