It was nearing curfew when Hermione Granger came across Lavender Brown next - Hermione had been in her room, merrily reading a book on memory and intuition, and how the two tended to intertwine. Lavender Brown, as Hermione had noted for the ten seconds she'd been in the Common Room, had been letting Ronald snog the daylights out of her.

Hermione gently set the book aside, sitting up and staring at Lavender Brown, who was marked on her shoulders and neck by the force of Ronald's... lovebites. Or whatever you wanted to call them. They were tokens, physical marks to show to whom she exposed herself to. It was hideous, in a way, that he felt like he needed to ...

But, of course, Ronald wasn't doing it for love. He was doing it for revenge.

Hermione sniffed, and suddenly spat out, "You realize he's just using you!"

Lavender, who had been walking with her washing satchel* towards the baths, looked over at Hermione, and for an instant seemed to be smothering a smile. She raised her hand to her lips, and let out a hearty guffaw. With such a loud laugh, she didn't look the least bit ladylike, even with the facade of covering her mouth.

"My dear, what makes you think I'm not using him?" Lavender said, her eyes dancing with delight.

"He's just going to break your heart. He doesn't really love you." Hermione said back.

"Of course he doesn't love me!" Lavender said, prowling around Hermione until she was behind her, "But what ever possessed the smartest girl in the class to think that I love him?"

Hermione looked at Lavender, her head spinning nearly 90 degrees around to get her in sight, saying, "You let him... and you don't...?" Her eyes were wide.

"Haven't you ever even thought of it?" Lavender said, sitting on Hermione's bed with a bounce, "Have the fun, without caring so much if it goes on forever?"

"No..." Hermione said, her mind whirling.

"Now, don't you call me a slut, because I ain't." Lavender said, "I do one at a time, and I choose who I want. And that redhead? He's mighty friendly right now..." Lavender shared a catty smile.

"And... if he does break your heart?" Hermione asked tentatively, no longer so sure she knew what was going on.

Lavender giggled loudly, "Assuming I didn't break his first, you mean?" Lavender leaned close, and said, "I know a spell or two that you don't know. One that wears off when I want it to, which might as well be never if I'm that mad."

Hermione, eyes suddenly glittering with interest, said, "Show me."

Lavender said, "Are you sure? I'd have to put it on you, at least for a second or two...?" Hermione nodded eagerly.

"Close your eyes, then, you won't like how this looks..." Lavender said, and she incanted a half-syncopated string of Latin that was more sung than spoken.

Hermione felt her nipples ... changing, and as she opened her eyes, she looked down to see two-inch dicks attached to both of her breasts. She looked up at Lavender, half fearing that Lavender had spoiled the spell, only to see Lavender grinning merrily, "They get bigger if he gets aroused, too!" she said, clapping her hands together.

"You won't teach me that spell, will you..." Hermione said softly.

"of course not! You know tons of spells I don't. I gotta keep one in reserve, for truly dire circumstances." Lavender said, and Hermione reflected that there was the Lavender she knew, much more concerned with being dumped horribly than with getting hurt in a fight.

[a/n: we're not done with Lavender yet. But Hermione isn't always right, and Lavender's a pretty busty gal.

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