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Now or never {Lavender Brown X Reader}

A/N: THIS IS NOT MINE! NOW GET TO READING YOU HORNY PEOPLE

Warnings: none, slight angst but ends with fluff

You had grown up with her, your parents acquaintances since Hogwarts, later becoming great friends due to the close proximity of their houses.

When they both had children at roughly the same time, it was inevitable for you to constantly be around each other. Thankfully, neither of you minded it - In fact, you rejoiced in it.

Few people have the privilege of having a close and consistent best friend from such a young age, and you wouldn't give it up for anything - the world, the moon, or the stars. Because lavender, well - she means more to you than the world or moon or stars ever could, and you are sure she is prettier than all of them combined.

Consequently, virtually all of your time was spent with each other.

You spent countless summers admiring the way her curls billowed out behind her in the wind, golden rays of sun playing beautifully upon her skin. You had also spent countless hours sat perched on the light purple sheets of her bed picking little sticks out of said hair that had tangled themselves in her curls during a particularly vigorous game of hide and seek.

You were both bubbly, bright children, and the only times you were ever truly calm were those moments when the two of you sat in each other presence suspended in a comfortable silence. Silence, when around lavender, was never anything but comfortable. Comforting. It never held spite or uncertainty, never an indicator of brewing arguments. You rarely argued, and if you ever did - well, neither of you could stand to be upset at each other for more than an hour before you were hugging it out. Silence around lavender was full of solace, knowing you were safe. Loved.

Soon, running circles in the backyard turned into daisy chains and flower crowns which turned into reading under the shade of an old willow tree with your head in her lap and her hands in your hair.

Time elapsed faster than you could comprehend and with every passing year lavender grew even more beautiful - her childlike features sharpened up, faded into the image of a bright, brave, and unconditionally loving teen, but her smile was just as contagious as it had been when you were kids.

As your teens drew closer the late night conversation topics changed; of course, lavender would always listen intently to you and your interests and look at you in wonder and adoration as you went on about your passions, but alas - lavenders biggest passion became boys.

She spent hours and hours giggling over different boys and their mannerisms and hair and smiles and voices and hands - you were happy to listen to her, however never had much to add. You hadn't been looking too closely at boys, your attention always seemed to be occupied by something different. By her.

Teenage years turned lavender bolder and dared her into conversations with these boys. It settled an uneasy feeling in your stomach, but you tried to ignore it; worry, it must be. Of course, nobody wants to see their best friend get their heart broken.

And get her heart broken she did.

You watched her fall in love over and over and over: and every time she fell, no one was there to catch her and keep her safe and hold her tight like she deserved - the sheer amount of love she extruded overwhelmed most - so they let her plummet to the ground, shattering her heart like glass.

Time heals all, however - and with the sheer amount of love running through Lavenders veins, it didn't take long to mend her breaks.

And with that same motivation of love it wasn't long till she was once again teetering at the edge of the cliff, the scars from previous unrequited loves forgotten. It wasn't that she was immature or didn't understand: it was simply that she felt all her emotions to the fullest, leaning into them rather than shying away.