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(purple)

It's the bruise that starts it off really. Well, actually, it's not, but that's a long story and you've never really had any patience for the retelling of stories.

The bruise comes down across your eye and it's this big blue-purple-green mess that's puffy and it hurts just to blink and you faintly register that someone is carrying you into the Room of Requirement. The rest of you is bruised as well, your ribs and shoulders and lower back so you're pretty sure you resemble one big walking purple thing.

And you don't want to go to the Room of Requirement. Because everyone will ask you how you got beaten up, and you don't want to have to be the one to tell Padma that Blaise Zabini was snogging Parvati, and Blaise saw you and punched you after you said something particularly nasty about his family.

Of course, you deserved it, because what you said was far below the belt, but it's Parvati and that bastard, so you don't regret it. And then the Carrows found you and decided to make "the lovely purple bruise less lonely".

"Seamus. I'm going to kill you." Lavender says, as she hovers over you, going blurry so you can just make out her face amongst her dirty blonde curls and then she's as clear as day, her wide eyes in sharp relief and the lilac (still purple) ribbon in her hair dangling down and onto your shoulder.

It hurts so much, and Lavender isn't exactly being gentle, but then finally she sighs and the anger disappears from her face and her dabs become less insistent, and gentler.

"Why do you do this Seamus?" She asks and you wince as she dabs the real bad part of the bruise.

You try to grin, but suddenly you can't really move any part of your face that much. Turns out, for a wizard, Amycus Carrow knows a bit about beating someone up Muggle style. You'll have to hit him up about that when you're healed.

"Because I have to, Lav." You say simply, because who else is going to?

"Well, I wish you didn't, because I worry about you."

She blushes slightly, and you look up at her and god, she is beautiful. Sure, she's a little overbearing and half of the time you don't know why on earth she does the stuff she does, but she always means well, and alright you like her a little bit, well, a lot. So you go for it.

"Lav, my lips aren't feeling too good. Can you sort them out for me?"

(Alright, it's not one of your best lines, but you've been beaten up and Lavender makes your head go all funny, so you cut yourself a bit of slack.)

She bites her lip and arches an eyebrow.

"Well, they look alright from here." She comments dryly, her eyes flicking to them and then she smirks.

"I think you're going to have to feel them Lav, and your hands are busy at the moment, so..."

She grins and then she's kissing you and wow. She's good. All of a sudden you hate Ron Weasley because he got to kiss her all of last year.

"Your lips are fine." She breathes when she pulls away, and there's a flush on her cheeks.

You sit up and cup her cheek.

"Nope, they're still feeling pretty bad. I need your help, Nurse." You tease her and lean forward, even though your ribs are hurting, but come on, it's Lavender.

"Is that so, patient?" Her eyes are closed and her nose is touching yours and you think that maybe getting hurt isn't too bad, because Lavender will patch you up and that is a more than adequate bonus.

"Yup. Now, c'mere."

Of course, she complies.