Later that night, after doing his diagram of a bodkin for his Muggle Studies class, Harry decided to talk to Lavender. He trudged off to the common room, his usual haunt, where he would likely find her. And of course, she was there sitting in front of the fireplace, pretending to read a magazine, glancing up at him from her copy of The Quibbler.
"Do you know Loony's dad is the editor of that?" he inquired to her tentatively, pointing at the magazine. "Erm… oh, yeah. I think I talked to her last year. She's a real kook." She smiled. Harry said frankly, "Look. If you want to know, Seamus has a real thing for you. He likes you a lot."
"But I don't like Seamus. You saw how he was acting in the hall this morning." Then she gave a heavy sigh. "The truth is…" she stepped in closer. Harry was waiting for her obvious reply.
"The truth is what?" he said in anticipation. She hesitated with a worried look on her face. Then, in the spur of the moment, Lavender grabbed him and kissed him. "I can't help it, Harry," she whispered.