Lexi Layyer my only weakness*hp fanfic*

Lexi and the iresitable temptation

Ron and I are sat opposite each other in the Great Hall, eating in silence. Ron walked well you would really call it storming, stormed into the hall a couple of moments ago, plonked himself down at a seat opposite me, and began to shovel food onto his plate slightly violently.

“So, what did you talk to Lexi about anyway?” I’d asked lightly, trying to sound like a), I hadn’t noticed that he was in a really bad mood and b), that I didn’t really care that much about why he’d wanted to have a ‘private talk’ with her anyway.

The only thing I could say was that I was slightly relieved he didn’t seem to be in the best of moods now. Unless Ron was practicing the art of reverse psychology, the whole thing didn’t seem to have gone too well.

“Not much,” he’d grunted, hacking at his beef so violently that he was practically sawing his plate in half.

I’d opened my mouth and then shut it. I cast my eyes across the hall for any signs of Lexi – maybe if I saw her and how violently she was eating her meal, I could get a better idea of the general nature of their conversation, but I couldn’t see her anywhere.

…I felt terrible thinking it, but I couldn’t help but feel slightly hopeful at the idea that, I don’t know, maybe they’d had an argument? Was that bad? I answered my own question – of course it was. But I couldn’t help it anyway.

Well, I know Ron well enough to know that trying to pry conversation out of him when he’s in a mood like this is like like trying to steal a golden egg from a Hungarian Horntail – and seeing as Harry is up having another meeting with Dumbledore in his office, I decide to get out a textbook and do some reading until Ron decides to lighten up enough to decide to share with me what exactly is going on with him and Lexi.

Ron and I had been sat for about ten minutes – Ron had just exasperatedly shoved his plate aside – when I looked up to see Harry, pulling himself down onto the bench next to Ron, his expression stony. I raise two eyebrows as he began serving himself some mashed potato and sausages nearly flinging the potatoes to the other side of the room.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re in a bad mood as well,” I scowl, beginning to get irritated myself.

“I have reason to,” he mutters darkly. “I think we might need to reconsider some of our 'friendships' here at Hogwarts.”

Ron looks up – he has seemingly temporarily forgotten that he’s supposed to be in a bad mood. “What do you mean?” he asks, glancing at me. I shrug and he looks back at Harry. My eyes linger on Ron for a moment.

“Lexi,” scowls Harry.

Ron flinches. I watch him nervously. “What do you mean?” he asks, his voice not quite steady.

“I just caught her and Malfoy kissing each other like they’re going to die tomorrow,” Harry mutters, dropping his head on the table.

My mouth falls open. Ron drops his fork.

“What?” he and I exclaim at the same time.

“You’re not serious,” I add, frowning.

“I’m completely serious,” Harry growls. “I found them on the sixth floor, near the moving staircases. I had to practically shout her name just to get her to realize I was even there.”

“…Kissinghim?” I repeat, eyebrows raised in disbelief. All right, Lexi hadn’t been my favourite person recently, but she’s not a bad person… and she certainly has more taste than to stoop as low as Malfoy.

“Are you sure it wasn’t someone else, Harry?” I continue – Ron, apparently lost for any words, simply nods vigorously in agreement – “From the back she looks quite similar to Pansy Parkinson, same colour hair…”