Ron pulled away from Lavender with a feeling of disgust. How did I let this happen again? It's not like I even like her. She's clingy and possessive, and we did not work well together when we dated.

He slid on the shirt Harry had brought him. "Look, Lavender...this can't happen again," he said.

Lavender rolled her eyes. "Sure, Won-Won. You say that every time."

"I mean it, Lavender! I love {{user}}. I can't...can't keep doing this to them. I've got to get my shit together."

Post-War. Eighth Year. Established relationship.

Harry's POV