They were so close and she could feel his breath against her and this just wasn't going to turn out well. He'd said it wasn't going to go this way, just friends being friends and watching movies, but he was getting closer and Lavender's head was fuzzing. And why had she brought up Ginny? That was probably the worst thing she could have done just then. But maybe also the best, for their friendship.
But then Harry's hand was moving, pulling her in, and there wasn't anymore talking. It was just lips against hers, and he tasted vaguely of that ice cream they had been sharing and something minty. Perhaps toothpaste.
Harry was being sweet with her. He was taking control, but not pushing, though he had to have known what Lavender wanted. She had, honestly, intended for this to be a purely innocent evening between two friends, but that didn't stop her from parting her lips and letting Harry push forward. She kept her hands between them, not making too many movements with them, she didn't want to freak Harry out and push him away. Lavender was letting Harry have control over this, it was his decision.