This chapter in HBP would be Lord Voldemort's Request, meaning mostly Harry. So I felt like this would be a great time to explore a theory I sometimes see on Tumblr: Did Ron and Lavender do more than just snog.

Let's dive in lol

Chapter 177: Opportunity Knocks

Harry and I left the hospital wing first thing on Monday morning, restored to full health by the ministrations of Madam Pomfrey and now able to enjoy the benefits of having been knocked out and poisoned, the best of which was that Hermione was friends with me again. Hermione even escorted us down to breakfast, bringing with her the news that Ginny had argued with Dean. For some odd reason, Harry seemed to be delighted at this.

"What did they row about?" he asked, as we turned onto a seventh-floor corridor that was deserted but for a very small girl who had been examining a tapestry of trolls in tutus. She looked terrified at the sight of approaching sixth years and dropped the heavy brass scales she was carrying.

"It's all right!" said Hermione kindly, hurrying forward to help her. "Here ..."

She tapped the broken scales with her wand and said, "Reparo." The girl did not say thank you, but remained rooted to the spot as we passed and watched us out of sight. I glanced back at her, she seemed a bit off.

"I swear they're getting smaller," I said.

"Never mind her," said Harry, a little impatiently. "What did Ginny and Dean row about, Hermione?"

"Oh, Dean was laughing about McLaggen hitting that Bludger at you," said Hermione.

"It must've looked funny," I said.

"It didn't look funny at all!" said Hermione hotly. "It looked terrible and if Coote and Peakes hadn't caught Harry he could have been very badly hurt!"

"Yeah, well, there was no need for Ginny and Dean to split up over it," said Harry in a fake casual voice. "Or are they still together?"

"Yes, they are-but why are you so interested?" asked Hermione, giving Harry a sharp look.

"I just don't want my Quidditch team messed up again!" he huffed.

I shook my head. "Ginny's way to on professional to-

"Harry!" said a voice from behind us.

"Oh, hi, Luna." said Harry as we turned around.

"I went to the hospital wing to find you," said Luna, rummaging in her bag. "But they said you'd left..."

She thrust what appeared to be a green onion, a large spotted toadstool, and a considerable amount of what looked like cat litter into my hands, finally pulling out a rather grubby scroll of parchment that she handed to Harry.

"The bloody hell-"

"I've been told to give you this."

It was a small roll of parchment that we all could tell was another invitation to a lesson with Dumbledore.

"Tonight," Harry told Hermione and I, once he had unrolled it.

"Nice commentary last match!" I said to Luna as she took back the green onion, the toadstool, and the cat litter. Luna smiled vaguely.

"You're making fun of me, aren't you?" she said. "Everyone says I was dreadful."

"No, I'm serious!" I said honestly. "I can't remember enjoying commentary more! What is this, by the way?" I added, holding the onion like object up to eye level.

"Oh, it's a Gurdyroot," she said, stuffing the cat litter and the toadstool back into her bag. "You can keep it if you like, I've got a few of them. They're really excellent for warding off Gulping Plimpies."

And she walked away, leaving me chortling, still clutching the Gurdyroot.

"You know, she's grown on me, Luna," I said, as we set off again for the Great Hall. "I know she's insane, but it's in a good -"

I stopped talking at the sight of Lavender, standing at the foot of the marble staircase looking murderous.

"Hi," I said nervously.

"Why didn't you tell me you were getting out today? And why was she with you?" said Lavender, putting her hands on her hips.

"Well I didn't exactly know until this morning, you see." I said, telling the truth. "And Hermione had caught up with Harry and I. She is our friend after all."

"Your friend? All of a sudden you two are back to being best friends again?!" squeaked Lavender, sounding like an angry mouse.

"Yes, we are friends again. What's wrong with that, we've been friends for years!"

Lavender humped. "She's been ignoring you since last year! Now she wants to be friends with you? I don't trust her. Do you know she had the nerve to call me a melodramatic little shrew the other day?"

I coughed to mask my laugh. "Well, to be fair, you can be a bit dramatic."

Lavender looked appalled. We stood there and argued for almost thirty minutes until she stuck her nose in the air, grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me into the Great Hall.

I sat down across from Harry and Hermione, beside Lavender. I didn't have anything to say to her, she was really starting to be more irritating than cute.

Lavender demanded I spend the entire day with her after classes. Though I would have rather spent the rest of my day with Hermione, since Harry had the lesson with Dumbledore, I decided to do as Lavender wished, to keep her anger at bay.

When I met up with Lavender in the common room, her attitude has changed from this morning to a sweet and docile puppy. She wanted to take a walk, so we left the common room and headed to one of the empty classrooms that we frequently snogged in. On the way there, she held my hand and spoke on how she was so worried about me the whole time I was in the hospital wing, how she cried her eyes out when she finally saw me pale and almost lifeless looking lying on the bed, and how she didn't know what she would have done if I had died.

I couldn't help but feel both appreciative and guilty. Here I was trying to plan in my head how to get away from her, and she was going barmy over me while I had been poisoned.

When we got into the room, Lavender sat on the teacher's desk while I stood in front of her. We snogged for a few minutes and then she broke away from me, looking into my eyes, as if trying to be deep.

"I have something to tell you, Won-Won." she said in a sweet voice.

I braced myself. I said a quick prayer that she wouldn't say the words-

"I'm falling in love with you!"

Dammit.

"I'm...I'm sorry?" I said, pretending that I didn't hear her correctly.

"I said I'm falling in love with you, Ron." repeated Lavender in a low voice. "I have been thinking about it ever since I found out you almost died. I kept thinking about how lost I would be without you, and that only means one thing!"

I felt like a jerk. I could never return whatever affection she thought she felt for me, or she truly felt for me. Lavender was an alright girl, but I knew that I would never be in love with her.

I had to do it. I had to break up with her. It would be too much to keep it going.

"Lav, I-"

"You don't have to say it back!" she interrupted.

"I...wasn't going to." I said hesitantly.

"Oh..." said Lavender, her lip trembling a bit. "Well, it's fine. It takes time for guys to fall, that's what my mum told me. Maybe I can help you to do that."

And that's when she swiftly removed her shirt.

This wasn't the first time I had seen Lavender in a bra. Matter of fact, I had seen her so much with her top off that I knew that she had multiple bras. However, this bra was way different than the other ones she wore, with the padding, colors, and hearts and rainbows that covered up both tits very well. This bra was black, lacy, and so small, her gits almost spilled out of it.

Lavender had an amazing rack, I couldn't deny. He tits were very soft, that is they felt soft through the bras that she would let me touch. I didn't even ask to do that. She had allowed me to after about two weeks of dating. I tried to think of anything and everything to stop the blood from rushing to my dick, but with no avail. The witch was fucking hot.

"Ron, I'm ready." she said in what she felt was a seductive voice, when really it just sounded like she had a cold.

"Re...ready? For what?" I said, trying hard to play stupid.

"To give myself to you, silly! I want you to be my first! My only." she said, running her finger down the middle of my shirt.

My mind was at war with my body. I heard my brother's words repeat over and over in my head: "For the love of Merlin, don't waste your virginity on her...Ron, don't you waste your virginity on her..Back away Ron, you don't want it, you don't want it...Ron, you better not fuck this bitch!"

"I can't do this." I said as Lavender took my hands and placed them on her tits.

"Ohhhhh...fuck..."

"Ron, we can do it. I can make the room more romantic and everything if you're wanting a mood."

I kept hearing Fred's voice as Lavender guided my hands over her breasts. "Ron what the fuck are you doing?! Abort mission! Get away from her! RUN MOTHERFUCKER!"

"I don't think we should do this here, Lav." I said firmly, reluctantly stuffing my hands in my pocket. " Not in here, that's no way to lose your virginity. Don't you want it to be special? Do you really want your first time to be in a dusty old classroom?

I was trying to say anything I could to make her put her shirt back on.

"You're right, Won-Won. said Lavender in a sad voice as she put her shirt back over her head. "You're absolutely right. I was just so excited, my head wasn't on straight."

I let out a sigh of relief. "I...have to go take my potion. I still have a couple doses, and it makes me real drowsy, so I'm turning in for the night." I lied.

Lavender nodded, gave me another quick kiss, and skipped out of the door. I slumped down into the nearest chair.

I had turned down sex from my very own girlfriend. It was right there in front of me.

I didn't know if I should feel good or bad that I did something that most guys my age would have found utterly ridiculous.