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"Oh, Lav. I'm so nervous. This is my first time going with Harry to Hogsmeade on what could be an actual date. Do you think it's a date?" Hermione bit her nail nervously, while Lavender bit her tongue and swallowed her anger.

"I don't know.. it doesn't really sound like a date, 'Mione.. so don't do anything rash."
"It would still make me feel better if you and Ron came with Harry and I."
"I don't know Hermione, I'll have to ask Ron about it."
"I'll get Ron to ask you! Don't worry, Ron always listens to me. I'll go get him now."

Crap. I was hiding in the wardrobe in the Gryffindor Common Room. Lavender knew I was there, but Hermione didn't. Now she was going to go and look for me. Well, at least I could get out of here.. it was really uncomfortable. I was surrounded by winter cloaks, and I swear they were trying to suffocate me. I heard Hermione walking away, and burst out of the wardrobe.

"I thought I was going to die in there!"
"Is that all you have to say?" she looked at me, anticipatingly. I had no idea what she wanted, but I was cautious about asking her.
"I don't know.. is it all I have to say?" She laughed, then hit me over the head with a pillow.

"Well, aren't you going to ask me to Hogsmeade?"
"Oh, oh, of course." I got down on one knee, and took her hand in mine. She played along and sat on my knee.
"Lavender.. would you.. go to Hogsmeade.. with me?" I asked her, in a serious tone. She attempted not to burst out laughing.
"Ron, oh, I don't know what to say! This is all so sudden!"
"Say yes, Lavender. Say yes!"
"Oh my.. yes!" she burst out laughing, and got off of my knee, "To Hogsmeade it is, then."

"Come on Ron! Sing!" Lavender looked at me, begging.
"Yeah, come on.. do it!" Hermione was encouraging me also. The love of my life specifically asked me to do something. What could I do but sing?
"Fine, fine.. I'll do it.." I mumbled, and got up, embarassed. We were at the The Three Broomsticks, and luckily for me, it was karaoke night! I was the first victim.

"Can we pick which song you sing?" Lavender asked me.
"Whatever."

"Keep going with the jealousy thing, okay? I think Harry has been looking at me a lot more tonight." Lavender whispered in my ear while Hermione was looking through the 'CDs' as she called them. I couldn't blame Harry for looking at her more often.. Lavender looked, well, really great. For myself, she didn't even come close to Hermione. But it was obvious that Harry liked Lavender's looks more then he did Hermione's.

"I noticed that too.. no problem." She smiled at me, silently thanking me. Then she looked over at Harry, who sat, talking to Hermione. She sighed. It was a tremored, tired sigh, and walking away, she went back to our table.

"This one.. is to you, Lavender." I pointed at her, and she began to blush, horrified as the whole restaraunt turned to stare at her, wondering why she let me get on stage in the first place. Harry and Hermione were laughing, whole-heartedly. Even though this song was for Lavender, I knew who I really wanted it to be for. My eyes looked at Hermione for a second longer before focusing on the TV screen.

I took a deep breath and the song started. The words came up on the screen and it was my turn to be horrified. I recognized this song from a muggle movie that Hermione had made me watch before.

"My heart will go oonnn" my voice cracked, "and oooooonnn... ooh."

After my voice cracked a few more times, the song was finally over, and the audience was laughing and clapping. I'm suprised they didn't cover thier ears and run out screaming- I'm tone deaf. Lavender ran up to me, laughing. She hugged me and screamed over the clapping,

"That was so great!" I didn't mind, I just wanted to dissapear. It was really very embarassing. I hid my head in her shoulder and moaned. She just laughed. To erase the audience's memory of my singing, I convinced all four of to go on the stage. We began singing "Unbreak my heart..."

I thought the song was fit for the situation.

After our "wonderful" singing preformance, we all decided to leave The Three Broomsticks from mortification. We were walking, Harry and Hermione in front of Lavender and I, when Hermione pulled Harry down to her size, and began whispering in his ear. Lavender and I walked behind them, slowly. We listened to them talk.. they didn't realize it, but their whispering was really very loud.

"Harry.. I really want to tell you something.. I-I think Imay like-" Lav and I realized what Hermione was about to say, and Lavender's eyes went very wide. All of a sudden, she stuck her finger down her throat.

The butterbeers, everything she had eaten that day came up. She was puking, and Harry and Hermione turned around to see what had happened, which stopped thier conversation short. I silently praised Lavender, and held back her hair for her. I was happy Lav had caused the distraction-- I knew Hermione wasn't going to say my name.

"Ohmygosh! Lavender, are you allright?" Hermione looked worried, and she tried to comfort her friend.

"Yes.. yes, I think it was just something I ate... I don't feel very well.. can we go home?"
"Oh, of course! Here, Lavender."

Hermione put Lavenders arm around her, and attempted to walk with her. Lavender must have really felt sick after she'd done that, because she actually couldn't walk, and she and Hermione almost felt over.

"Ron.. could you carry Lavender? She can't walk straight."
"Sure."

I picked her up, and she was like a rag doll. Her arms hung loosely around my neck, and her head was on my shoulder. I was reminded of when she burst out crying when I told her about Harry and Hermione for the first time, and she had buried her head on my shoulder. I was about to remind her as well, when I realized that she was asleep. I carried her back to her dormitory in silence, watching over Harry and Hermione for her. They were mostly silent, except for when Hermione decided to whisper to Harry.

"Meet me in the common room tommorow. I really need to talk to you."

He nodded his head, and smiled at her. She smiled back, obviously comforted. I could only sit there, jealously wishing they would begin to hate each other, or hoping that she would soon realize her feelings for me, if she had any. Judging by her smile, it seemed that she never would.