Well, this was a ruddy mess. Lavender wasn't so embarrassed about what she had said that was meant to be under wards, since she wasn't an exceptionally private person, and really, it could have been a lot worse if she had been feeling amorous. She was still a little self-conscious about public displays of affection beyond short kisses and hand-holding, since she knew she'd been a little over-enthusiastic Sixth Year, but Ron didn't make her feel embarrassed about it. So she didn't climb on top of him in the middle of the common room (unlike some people, apparently), but she didn't pretend like they weren't dating, either.
She snapped her journal shut after her last response to Ginny's entry and shoved the thing under her pillow for good measure, thinking it was probably much more trouble than it was worth. Now that Divination was over for the day, she really should get started on her astrological chart, but it could be put off for awhile until she'd had a chance to talk to Ron. He was the only person who came before Divination, so that was something for him to feel good about, at least.
There were a lot of places he could be, but she had a feeling she knew where to find him, and sure enough spotted his newly-shorn head in the sunlight of the picture window of "their" hallway, keeping her steps light as she approached. He had his journal on his lap, and as much as she just wanted to take it away (and maybe throw it in the bath), she instead just sat across from him, leaning her back against the side of the window, stretching her legs out beside him. "Hi."