AN: To whoever said this, yes this story is weird, and I will be sure to keep it that way. Thank you!
Chapter Five- Fire and Light
Fire and light. Gryffindor common room. They were all alone. One traced the lines on the other's palm, though she didn't know what it meant. Probably only, "Love". Old habits and ideas die hard and it would be hard for their friends and siblings to accept that they were together. They were too young to know anyway.
The fingers on that palm ran through the gingery, frizzy hair and they leaned back into the crimson chair. Her painted toenails glistened and the moment was entirely perfect.
"modern romance" by the yeah yeah yeahs. look it up. play it.
At least, it was perfect, until the door could be heard opening and Lavender Brown traipsed briskly into the room, not accompanied by Parvati Patil. She stopped by the fire to dramatically yawn and stretched.
"Gawd, I'm so tired. Aren't... you two...going...to bed? Wait. Common room too small? You have to share a chair?" she ran a hand absentmindedly through her close cropped blonde hair and stared at them, waiting for a reply.
"Palm reading!" Hermione cried, "Yes that's it. I was teaching Ginny palm reading."
"Yes," Ginny piped up, although not so loudly, "she was teaching me that."
"But you hated Professor Trelawney," Lavender insisted.
"Well , thanks for the lesson, I'm pretty tired right now so I'm going to go to bed. Yeah," Hermione hurried out and Crookshanks padded behind her. With the marmalade and light gone from the room, the spell was broken and Ginny was left to fend for herself against Lavender's questions.