Written for the "If You Dare You Challenge" with the prompt 'Green with Envy' this is pre-written #1 and another challenge with the prompt "Where there is desire There is gonna be a flame Where there is a flame Someone's bound to get burned But just because it burns Doesn't mean you're gonna die You've gotta get up and try, try, try" — "Try" by P!nk and Lavender Brown/p
It was the middle of Divination when my quill tip turned pink. This meant that a would note appear in my notebook. The notebook was charmed to look like notes for whatever subject we were in. We had gotten the idea from the incident in second year. Pavarti and I had charmed the twin note books last year to make passing notes easier. It was a simple system whenever I wrote anything it the writing would it appear in her notebook. It was a tricky system but between my talent in charms, Pavarti's knowledge of obscure charms and a few questions about charms directed to Flitwick the notebooks were made.
I waited until Professor Trelawney had went to get a new tea cup for Neville before opening the note book. It was a deep purple leather with the Lavender embossed in gold ink across the cover, the r hooking over the cover binding the book shut. I tapped The tip of the L with my wand whispering under my breath "ostendo" the note book unlocked. I read over Pavarti's message 'You should ask him out after the game'. Why the hell would she not leave well enough alone. I did not like Ron Weasley he was rude, messy, cute, awful, and hot as... I shook my head softly he probably did not even notice me.I wrote back 'Ask who out?' as if I did not know exactly who we were speaking about. I discreetly looked over at Ron under the pretense of looking out the window. His hair is messy and I can't stop myself from thinking what it would be like to run my hands through it, how it would feel to kiss those chapped lips. A light stinging hex from Pavarti shakes me out of my thoughts, I look down at the notebook. The idiot, who else would you ask out? Come one worst case he says no and we can spread some news about him . I shut the notebook and whisper"Abdo" touching my wand to the curl of the n. I cannot believe the nerve of Pavarti, she does not seem to get it. This is no crush, it is a fire. I want to kiss him and feel his passion pulsing through his skin when he gets angry. I am tired of boys that are sweet, I want a fire.
I had kissed him. I had Kissed Ron! I was on cloud nine even Hermione's glares pierce me through the back couldn't bring me down. I kissed him every time I could. He tasted like heat, and a bit of cinder, like the ash on his nose. It felt so good, I felt alive when he touched me.
At first when we started to drift apart I just tried harder to understand him. I asked Harry about Ron but Harry had no idea about my Won-Won. Ron was avoiding me to snog Granger. Yes that had to be it. I had tried my best to love him but I was burnt out.