The Quiet Commonroom

[Ginny Weasly]

She took her hand from him, looking at it.
"Ever hear the expression 'Killing stains your hands red?' " She asked, quietly. "Well, I think they didn't mean a red that evryone else can see. I think I'm the only one who see's any red on my hands."

[Xaver]

Slowly, Xaver put his hands out before him, palms up, looking at them. He stared, his expression somewhat dark.

"I think the saying is another way of saying, 'conscience'. If you don't care, you don't ever pay mind to look, and notice. And either way, you are haunted."
He looked at her, his expression blank.
"I hate that my hands weigh so heavily with so much.. red. It is just odd to think, that mine own red, might stain someone elses."

[Ginny Weasly]

"I can't hate it. I can't hate that they are red. For half the time I've killed anyone, it was for other peoples lives. I've killed some people though...who didn't deserve it. Not in war, or anything such as that. Just because I was angry, and not paying attention, or my aim was bad. I...." She stopped and shook her head.

[Xaver]

Xaver let his hands fall, then on another thought, took one of hers within his own, and brought it to his lips, kissing her palm, and then placing it upon his chest, over his heart. He looked at her. Just looked at her, plainly not knowing how to word anything he thought.

[Ginny Weasly]

She looked at him for a minute before taking her hand back and standing.
"I think maybe we should get back.." She said, holding her hand to help him up.

[Xaver]

"To where?" he asked, taking her hand, and pulling himself to his feet.
He softly thanked her for the help, and brushed himself off.

[Ginny Weasly]

"I don't care." She said, clasping her hands behind her back.