A/N: Here's a new story. I've finished, but I want to see what everyone thinks. It's of Lavender and Ron. It's a color fic so each chapter is a different color. ENJOY!

My Favorite Color is Lavender

Chapter 1: Red

I, Lavender Brown, am completely, utterly in love with Ron Weasley.

The only problem is that he never seems to notice me. He's always staring at smarty-pants-goody-two-shoes-book-worm Hermione Granger. I mean, yeah she's pretty, but it's obvious that she's crushing on Blaise Zabini. Why can't he see that?

Anyway, I have a plan. I'm going to make him notice me. I don't care what it takes; I'll do anything for him.

My mind was swimming while I was walking down the stairs to the Common Room, mostly about a certain redhead. As soon as I walked in, I started searching for my prince. I spotted him next to Hermione a flash of red clouded my vision. I shook my head and forced a smile on my face and went over to him.

"Hey Ron!" I tried to keep the eagerness out of my voice, it didn't work. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I had to resist the temptation of grabbing him and snogging him senseless.

"Hey Lavender." He said, staring at my tiny outfit. I decided to wear my shortest skirt, which was a few inches above my knees, and a tight blouse that I needed to keep the top three buttons open to wear. I had also put on some "modest" make-up and curled my hair so that I had huge ringlets going down my back. The look on Ron's face told me that he loved it.

"Why don't we go down to breakfast? I can tell that you're hungry." I said as innocently as possible. He seemed to think about it, then agreed when his stomach growled like a lion. I giggled, while Hermione looked at me suspiciously.

Excited, I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the Common Room and down towards the Great Hall. I think he noticed that I didn't let his hand go because he blushed a deep red. I giggled again, and started asking him about Quidditch.

The minute I said Ouidditch, his face lit up and my heart stopped for a second. Oh how I love his smile! One thing people don't know about me is that I'm a major Quiddich fan, more importantly, a Chudley Cannon fan. I have loved the Cannons since my dad took me to my first game. The Cannons had actually won a game, and I've loved them ever since.

Then in 3rd year, I found out that Ron loved the Chudley Cannons and my crush began.

The whole way to the Great Hall, we talked about the Cannon. We were still talking about Quidditch until breakfast was over. I think Ron was impressed with my large appetite.

Before I left to go to Divination, I found myself staring at his red hair. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair so badly. I was still in dreamland when I heard his voice.

"Hmm..?" I said, trying to come back to reality.

"What are you doing?" he asked. Startled, I realized I had been running my hands through his hair.

"Sorry." I muttered, a blush staining my cheeks. "I just love your red hair." The moment I realized I said this aloud, I got up and ran out of the hall.

"WAIT!" he yelled after me, but I kept going and didn't look back.

A/N: So whatcha guys think? 