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Above everything, Lavender Brown loves beauty. She loves it in others, but mostly she loves it in herself. I. "You're beautiful," Ron tells her one night with his long arms wrapped around her. She turns her head away and that makes him frown, but she can't let him see the idiotic grin spreading across her face (she has this thing about letting people seeing only what she wants them to).   "What's wrong?" he asks, his breath whispering over her hair. "It's nothing," she says and giggles a bit, something she hates doing but ends up doing it anyway because nothing makes her happier than when he compliments her on how she looks. She glances