This chapter is short, sorry... but if you want me to write longer chapters, you're going to have to review.. hint hint..

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling, but sometimes, I wish I was.

"Wow... Harry missed quidditch practice to come and talk to her. It must be important."
"Shut up, Ron! They're going to hear us!"

Lav and I were in the wardrobe in the common room, completely surrounded by cloaks. We had been in there since our last class, charms, let out. It was uncomfortable and hot, but we managed. We were peering through the small slits that let in the light through the wardrobe, observing Harry and Hermione. They were sitting on the couch, and Hermione was looking nervous.

"Harry.. I really want to tell you something.."
"Well, I'm here," Harry took hold of Hermione's hand, "You know you can tell me anything." What I really wanted to do, was take out my wand and set his hand on fire, or make it turn into a nice big troll bogey. Of course, I didn't have my wand and at the moment, neither did Lavender.

"How do we keep her from spilling her guts?" Lavender asked me.
"I don't know..." I whispered back.
"So we're in trouble, aren't we?"
"Yep."

"I don't know how to tell you." Hermione confided, quietly.

"I have a mind to punch her right in the jaw, no offense." Lavender said. She looked at me, expectantly, but I didn't say anything. She turned back around to watch them.

"You don't have to tell me if you're not ready." Harry told her. Hermione gave him a dazzling smile that shook me down to the roots. I knew I could make her happier than Harry-- so why did she go after him? Why not me? I've loved her since I've known her. But no, she chose Harry, who is probably still not completely over Cho.

"I'll tell you sometime, I promise." she responded, looking down at the hand that still held hers, blushing slightly. Harry saw this, and quickly pulled his hand away.
"That's good enough for me." He said. Another smile.

"YES!" Lavender said, a little less than quiet, then she gasped. "Oh no.."

"Did you hear something?" Harry asked.
"I think so...it came from over there."
"The wardrobe?"
"Mhmm."
"Do you want to see what made the noise?"
"Of course." They got off of the couch and started toward the wardrobe. Footsteps.

Lavender looked panicked, but I guess I did too. I sat there, practically tearing out my hair. What would my two best friends think of me spying on them? I was a horrible, terrible person. They'd want to know why I spied. I'd tell them I was crazy. I'd tell them to send me to St. Mungo's. Maybe then I could get her out of my head. They came closer.

Then, all of a sudden, I had an idea.

"Lavender, I'm going to do something that's going to make it seem like we weren't spying, but you'll have to go along with it." I whispered in her ear. She nodded her head in agreement, eyes wide with fear.

Then I kissed her. Really kissed her, not like a peck on the lips. It was like being transported into another world-- I didn't feel the heat of the wardrobe, or the wool cloaks that brushed my along my skin. I've kissed girls before, but I've never felt this. I hoped she felt the same numbness-- she had her back against the wardrobe, which wasn't exactly the smoothest surface. After a while, I still heard the footsteps over the beating of my heart. Then, for some reason, I didn't hear anything. The blood in my head was swirling around, creating a roar in my ears. She was kissing me back.

"RON?" Harry and Hermione said simaltaneously. They looked surpised, but almost pleased. I couldn't imagine why. I decided that this would be a good time to stop kissing Lavender. My heart was still thumping around in my chest, and I hoped none of them could hear it. Lavender and I emerged from the wardrobe, red in face, gasping for air.