Sparks of Love
Theme # 37: Relashio


I think we should head back to the castle, now.

The words stung. "Why?" Blaise asked. "You don't want to stay with me - is that it?"

"N-no," Ginny said, uncertainly. "It's not that - Zabini, we're supposed to hate each other!" she burst out. "We can't even call each other by our first names, what are we doing out here?"

"It's not my fault we can't - You're a Gryffindor," Blaise said coldly. "That's your fault."

It was Ginny's turn to be stung. "Don't you dare -" she said fiercely. "I don't even know why I'm bothering being with you. Goodbye."

She marched off, both angry and hurt and, sinking into bed, buried her face in her pillow. Minutes later, though, it was too much: she dressed again, and left her dormitory.


He had known she would return. He was sure, too, she was looking for him. Quietly, Blaise raised his wand.

"Relashio."

A jet of green sparks shot from the end of it. He leaned back against the tree-trunk, calm: if she had seen them, well and good. If not - well, she could just find him for herself.