Lavender laughed alone with Fleur. “You can still talk to Professor McGonagall about changing the subject you teach,” she teased, not breaking the rule about mentioning McGoogles, as she was known at times in Gyrffindor, because they were no longer having sex.
She shook her head. “You never do anything naughty or bratty though. So, not like I have a good reason,” Lavender said, dropping an obvious hint for later. Though, she couldn’t picture Fleur being bratty since she was so sophisticated.
Lavender listed and tried to understand. Though, as Fleur made her heartfelt admission, the rest of what she said faded away. Lavender’s eyes welled up and she sniffed. She had never heard anything more beautiful or touching in her life! “Oh, Fleur,” she breathed, her voice cracking. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I love you more than I would have ever imagined in my wildest dreams.”
Not wanting to get too sappy, she grinned at Fleur. “That’s what I get for having a French woman for a girlfriend, a storybook romance.” Lavender was a hopeless romantic so it was a huge compliment despite the joking tone.
Lavender nodded. “All right. I just…I’m trying to understand. I wish I knew why I got the feeling that…she really doesn’t like me too much. Maybe it’s just my imagination,” Lavender said with a shrug.