When they all found out, they'd think she was heartless, she knew. That's why she didn't want to go to sleep. Not just yet. Tommorow, they would all know, but not yet. All of them couldn't know tonight. She wondered how many girls were gossiping about her down in the common room, with the exception of her roomate. She wondered if Hermione knew what she'd done. Not that Hermione would care. None of this would even really affect her, unless Ginny decided to practice incest. She made a face at that thought, and promised herself she would never be that sarcastic again. Not that the promise would last, of course. But she still wondered how anyone could like Ron... like, well, like that.

Not that she should be the judge on the matter. She had gone after another girl's boyfriend. While still having her own. They would never forgive her for this. And she had thought today was going to be the best day of her life.

But it was, in a way. That is, until Lavender showed up. Then it became the worst day of her life. She dragged her fingertips across her lips gently, and smiled, thinking to herself that at least she knew what it felt like. The down side of that was that he knew, too.

It had been evening. They had only gotten half of the supplies they'd needed for the project, but they didn't care. It had been a pretty good day. They had shopped all over Diagon Alley, mostly at Zonko's Joke Shop and then they'd had a couple of butterbeers at The Three Broomsticks. She blamed the butterbeers.

The stars were almost to be seen, the bright orange sun was setting and they were sitting on a bench. The leaves swirled around thier feet to the chilled breeze. She was warm under his cloak, and they waited in almost awkward silence. She knew now would be a good time to tell him. If there was ever anything she had been wrong about, it was that. She understood why there was awkward silence now. He had laughed nervously, and said

"If you keep borrowing my cloak so much, I think you might wind up living in it."

"I'd be fine with that. It's pretty comfortable." More awkward silence, she quickly said, "You know, I broke up with Michael today!"

"That's nice. He's kind of annoying."

"I'm going to tell him you said that."

"Good."

"Do you want to know WHY I broke up with him?"

"Uh, I guess?"

"Stop being so rude. Well, I broke up with him for you." This got something out of him. His eyes brightened a bit, and his voice revealed his suprise

"You did?"

"Yes."

"What did I do to make you so smart?"

"You didn't actually do anything. Um, well, you see. I think I might like you." She was afraid of what he'd say next. That and the butterbeers made her do it. She leaned forward and kissed him. Right on the lips. If she wasn't mistaken, he'd kind of kissed her back. In the midst of all this, a girl stopped dead on the street. She ran towards them, screaming something angrily. She recognized this girl as Lavender, and finally, she realized what Lavender had been screaming.

"GET OFF OF MY BOYFRIEND!"