"Tell me that you want me because I love you so much, tell me that you love me because I need you so much, tell me that you need me because I love you so much." Bring Me the Horizon- Don't Go

With a deep breath and a sudden jolt of courage, Lavender Brown pulled the door open.

On the other side, a lopsided grin and a mop of sandy hair met her.

"Hello, Seamus," Lavender spoke, avoiding eye contact.

"Hello," Seamus spoke, his smile slowly fading as he noticed her pale face. "Are you alright? You look a bit ill," he offered.

"Well, I am feeling a bit sick," Lavender replied.

"I heard a crash from inside, too. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just dropped something."

"Oh."

"Well, would you like to come in?" Lavender asked stepping out of the doorway and into her house.

"Sure," Seamus replied, following her in.

Lavender pointed to the couch. "You can sit there for a moment, I just have to clean the cup I dropped."

Seamus sat down. As Lavender started making her way to the kitchen, she turned around and saw Seamus looking at his knees and grinning to himself. A ghost of a smile appeared on Lavender's face when she realized just how much she'd missed him and how happy she was that he'd come to see her.

After she'd cleaned the mess she'd made, Lavender came back to Seamus with a new mug of tea. She sat down on the chair opposite where he was sitting.

Seamus was smiling at her.

"So, I brought you something," he said.

"Really?" Lavender questioned. "What is it?"

Seamus grinned and pulled out the container of medicine Madame Pomfrey had given Lavender. He then tossed it to her. "You forgot it yesterday, so I put it upon myself to return it to you."

"Thanks," Lavender mumbled. She'd forgotten about her bites for a moment, until now. Seeing Seamus had distracted her from the true problem.

"What's wrong, Lavender?" Seamus questioned with a worried look on his face.

"Nothing. I just feel a bit sick is all," Lavender shook her head.

"Oh, well. Okay," Seamus said.

"Excuse me for a moment," Lavender replied. She'd begun to feel very sick, so she ran quickly to the washroom. She arrived just in time to retch her breakfast into the toilet. Seamus heard the noise and came running.

Seamus lifted her hair away from the toilet and patted her back. When Lavender emptied all the contents of her stomach, she sat up and wiped her mouth.

"It seems like I can't stop thanking you," Lavender joked.

Seamus kneeled in front of her. "It was my pleasure," he said, looking her in the eye.

Lavender blushed and looked away. Her face wasn't as much of a sight as it used to be.

"Well, I'm sorry that you have to come when I'm ill," she offered.

"It's fine. Now I can take care of you until your dad gets home," he answered.

"You don't have to," Lavender declined. "I can just go to bed. I'll be fine."

"But I want to," Seamus replied, taking her hand and helping her up.

So, Lavender led the way to her bedroom. Seamus looked around, and took notice of the broken mirror that Lavender had forgotten. His suspicions about Lavender's disturbed feelings began. Lavender saw him looking at it, and she began to blush. She really didn't want to discuss the mirror with him now. So, instead, she climbed under the covers and closed her eyes.

"Don't go to sleep yet!" Seamus exclaimed. "I just got you in my care. You need some tea, and some proper care. I'll be right back."

As he walked out the door, Lavender sighed. She wondered if Seamus still loved her. Who would? He probably only came because he felt sorry for her. But, the worst part of the whole thing is that Lavender was certain that she loved him, even if he couldn't stand her anymore.

Lavender loved him enough to let him go. She knew that they could never be together. She could see the future vividly: Seamus walking far away from her in public so that nobody thought that they were together. His mother criticizing him for his choice in a wife, because he could pick someone whole and beautiful. Her feeling so guilty for robbing him of the chance to have a normal life. Their children being ashamed of their mother because she was a monster. She couldn't do it. She wouldn't do it.

Her thoughts were interrupted by an open door, a cup of tea, a plate of toast, and a smiling Seamus.

"I'll nurse you back to health, Lav. Don't you worry," Seamus said, handing her the tea and toast.

As soon as she'd finished her toast, Lavender realized that she'd need to set Seamus straight. If he was hoping for anything at all, she'd need to tell him the truth so he could move on.

"I need to tell you something important," Lavender said, breaking the silence.

"Seamus, there's no use in pretending that I didn't get attacked. There's no use in pretending that I'm not hideous and covered in scars. And, there's no point in pretending that you still care for me. I don't even care for me."

Seamus looked at her seriously.

"Why would you even think that, Lavender? You did get attacked. So did lots of other people that day. You know," Seamus replied. "those are battle scars. A reminder that you were brave and fought for what was right."

Lavender laughed. "They're not battle scars and I'm not brave. They show a girl that was to dumb and too weak to protect herself."

"Never say that. You are the smartest and strongest person I know."

"You must not know that many people, then."

"And let's get something straight. I do care for you. Nothing could make me stop caring for you. You have to believe that," Seamus said, pulling Lavender into a hug.

Lavender hugged him back. She just needed some comfort. She could tell that Seamus was smiling into her hair. She had known that he was never realistic. Anyways, he'd notice eventually that he couldn't live with her. Yes, she'd wait for him to realize that he didn't love her.

How did she manage to have someone like Seamus? He deserved someone that he could be happy with.

When she was done crying, Seamus looked her in they eye and said, "Lav, you know that I love you, don't you?"

Lavender nodded. She did know, and that was the worst part.

"Well, why don't you rest? I'll stay until your dad comes," he spoke, sitting down in a chair next to her bed.

Lavender closed her eyes, and drifted off into sleep.

There was a snarling noise of a werewolf behind Lavender, so she ran. Far away, she heard voices of people she loved calling her name. She ran towards the voices, because she knew that they could protect her. Her mother and father, Seamus, and Parvati stood in a room.

"I'm so glad that you all are here! A werewolf is chasing me, and I need help!" Lavender gasped.

"Sorry, Lavender," her mother's voice said tauntingly, a sound alien to her.

"We won't help you," her father said, equally condescending.

"We won't waste our breath on you," Parvati sneered.

"Lavender, you're just not worth saving," Seamus taunted. "You don't deserve it."

"But Greyback is almost here! He'll kill me! Please…"

"Sorry, Lavender," they all hissed.

With a heavy thud from behind and a snarl, Lavender was victim of the evil werewolf once again.

Lavender shot up from her sleep with a gasp. Seamus was quickly jolted out of his daydream world. "What's the matter?"

"Bad dream," she got out.

"Oh, okay. You alright?"

Lavender nodded. "I don't think I'll go back to sleep."

"Understandable," Seamus said.

Just then, a knock came on Lavender's door, and her father entered, followed by Madame Pomfrey.

"Hello, Seamus," Mr. Brown said. Madame Pomfrey offered a nod.

"Hello, Mr. Brown. Hello Madame. Well, now that you two are here, I guess I can be going," Seamus said. "Good bye. See you later, Lav."

"Bye, Seamus," Lavender said in a small voice.

"Thanks for coming to take care of her," thanked Mr. Brown.

"Anytime," Seamus grinned as he walked out the door.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed.

Also, first time at romance. I am so sorry if that was too cliché.