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@ 2011-05-17 12:00:00
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Fic: Lavender Brown in the Hogwarts Dorms with a Golden Snitch
Title: The Best Kind of Friends are Golden
Character: Lavender Brown
Location: The dorm rooms
Prop: Golden Snitch
Other Characters: Ron Weasley, Parvati Patil
Warnings: Parvati Patil as sacrificial lamb, a very self-absorbed and flighty Miss Brown, fantasies of a young girl, wanking (rather redundant, that warning), twisting of canon by Lavender to make Ron like the coolest thing EVER.
Word Count: 4047
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, but I'd sure like a letter to Hogwarts.
Author's Notes: Thank you L and M for the beta work. Funny how you start things and they go a completely different way than you intended. That one line at the beginning that is italicized is lifted straight from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban which I was listening to as I wrote this. Takes place during Year 6.
"Don't mind Hermione, Lavender. She doesn't think other people's pets matter much."
That was the statement that first made Lavender notice Ron Weasley. Before, he'd simply been that famous Harry Potter boy's best friend. And since Lavender came from a Muggle family, she'd never heard the name Harry Potter before arriving at Hogwarts, so she was rather convinced that his celebrity status was nothing but a case of overhype. Of course, when she'd noticed Ron Weasley, they'd been mere children, a whole three years ago, but he'd been comforting rather than condescending as Lavender cried. Not like that frizzy-haired friend of his. Poor Binky's loss, combined with the frightening prophetic prediction by Professor Trelawney had caused Lavender a good deal of emotional upheaval, and the last thing she'd wanted was to be talked to logically about Binky's tragic death. She'd wanted comfort, consolation, and that sweet Ron Weasley had understood. He'd patted her shoulder and offered those words of comfort.
Of course, three years later, it hadn't hurt at all that Ron had grown up and filled out and his bum had shaped up rather nicely as his shoulders broadened and his once skinny waist was now trim and toned. At sixteen years of age, he was rather yummy to look at in Lavender's opinion. And since last week, he was now the talk of the school—a Quidditch star—the joy of Gryffindor House.
And he was going to be hers. She wanted that deliciously sensitive and nicely shaped Quidditch star to parade around on her arm. All those other girls would look at her with envy—there goes Lavender Brown with that dreamy Ron Weasley—bound to play for England, that one, they'd say. Oh, don't I wish I was Lavender Brown, they'd think. She was going to be the talk of the school, and that was saying something when you shared a year with Mr Famous I-Have-A-Scar-On-My-Head-Even-Though-I-W
And it was this new fascination with Ron Weasley that had got Lavender and Parvati in the predicament that they currently found themselves in…
It was midnight and the school was fast asleep. Well, most of the school was fast asleep. All of the school was supposed to be fast asleep.
"You're going to get us expelled!" Parvati hissed as Lavender tugged her into the Gryffindor changing rooms.
"It's not as if you had to come," Lavender retorted, beginning to rifle around.
"What do you mean, didn't have to come? You woke me up and when I said I wasn't coming, you pulled my hair and pinched my arm!"
"Well, you needed incentive."
"Yes, I guess I did." Parvati rolled her eyes. "Can't imagine why I might need a kick in the rear to get me out of bed, wandering about the school when we know it's forbidden, and then there's that possibility of being sent home in shame so that my parents can torment me forever with the constant comments about Padma being the good daughter and me being the disgraced one who got thrown out of Hogwarts. Gee, whatever was I thinking wanting to stay in bed, stay in school, stay not-murdered by my parents? Really, what a stick-in-the-mud, I am." The sarcasm was evident…
"You really are."
"I'm going back to bed."
Lavender gave a sigh of disgust. "Do you want me to pinch you again?"
"Then stop whinging and start helping me look for it. The sooner we find it, the sooner we'll be back in bed and you'll be the good daughter again."
"I don't even know what we're looking for!" Parvati crossed her arms over her chest. Lavender had forced her out without even a chance to don her dressing gown. Lavender was rummaging through locker after locker as Parvati looked on. And then she had it, holding up the golden Snitch in triumph.
"I've got it! My precious Won-Won's Snitch. Oh, it's mine. He touched this, Pars! He caressed it in that beautiful hand of his. And now it's all mine!" She made a squeeing noise that was like fingernails on a chalkboard.
Parvati looked at her best friend as though she'd lost her mind. "You know, technically, it was Potter that caught the Snitch. Ron's a Keeper. Keepers don't touch the Snitch. I'm pretty sure that Won—I mean, Ron—has had zero contact with that little golden ball you hold there in your hand."
"Are you always such a Negative Nelly? Why do you insist on coming between me and my true love? Jealous? That must be it. You know you'll always be my best friend. There, there." Lavender patted Parvati's shoulder. Parvati's mouth was agape.
There was a throat clearing from the doorway and both girls jumped and shrieked, with Lavender shoving the Snitch into a pocket in her robe. It was Professor McGonagall and she looked mad enough to take on a Mountain Troll in her tartan dressing gown.
"Out of bed at night? You two had best have a seriously good explanation before I lose my temper." She crossed her arms, mouth drawn in a stern line across her face.
Lavender shoved Parvati forward. "It's not her fault, Professor," Lavender began. "She can't help herself. She's a loony, obsessed Quidditch fan. And sometimes it gets the better of her. It's a cry for help, Professor. Don't go too hard on her."