Energy Zap(Please, someone join, I'm bored)

[Xaver]

"I'd hoped not," he said with a gentle smile.
Xaver reached up and tucked the fallen red silk of her hair behind her ears, cupping her chin with his hands.
"You did surprise me though. Not many people have been known to do that in such a complete manner."
He winked at her, and almost regretfully allowed his hands to slowly drop. He smiled softly, and grinned.
"You're very good. You're movements are fluid and agressively beautiful. Did you teach yourself?" he asked.

[Ginny Weasly]

"Actually, yes." She said, turning from him and picking up her socks and shoes. She put one hand against a tree to steady herself as she pulled them on. She pulled the hairtie from her hair, letting it fall back down. She looked around for her sweatshirt then.

[Xaver]

Xaver nodded.
"Thought so."
Xaver grinned and rested his hand on her shoulder, in his other hand, her sweatshirt. Instinct told him she'd want it soon enough, anyway. He casually offered it to her.

[Ginny Weasly]

"Is it that obviouse I taught myself?" She asked, softly. She turned as he held out her sweatshirt and looked at it. She took the sleeve in her hand and looked at him.

"Because, i had to. I had to teach myself. Really, I learned while fighting." She said, not taking her sweatshirt, just holding the sleeve. She looked at it as though it held many secrets.

[Xaver]

"Like I had said before, your movements are fluid and beautiful. They would not be so much if you had learned more than a certain amount from another, I don't think. But you don't truly know someone until you see how they fight, move, or whatnot. Just as in anger, truth comes out when people usually aren't looking for it."

Xaver watched her curiously as she only took the sleeve, and he didn't release it, seeing how it would fall to the ground.

"I grew up fighting," he said absently. "I trained myself. My style is my own, concience-wise. Not many live people have seen it..."
He tipped his head and watched her eyes.
"Why have you been fighting?" he asked solemnly.

[Ginny Weasly]

"Why? Because if I didn't people would get hurt. People I cared about would have been hurt badly." She said. She put on foot forward and placed her forhead against his shoulder. She leaned against him slightly.

"And I wanted to help. Sometimes, my mind powers and normal powers weren't enough."

[Xaver]

Xaver ran a hand through her hair then gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder, kissing the top of her head, nodding in understanding.
"I know the feeling," he murmured quietly.
He held her close.
"I just wish you never had to do that. Fighting may be beautiful sometimes, but in reality there is nothing 'lively' about it. .. It is kind of good that war is so terrible, or people would grow too find of it. ... sorry, sidetracked..."

[Ginny Weasly]

"It's okay..." She whispered, closing her eyes. She liked his babbling like that. It helped her relax for some strange reason.

[Xaver]

Xaver chuckled slightly, the low, once rare sound reverberating throughout the rib chamber of his chest. He aimlessly wondered if she even knew how much he had changed, for the better, because of her. For example. He never used to laugh. Rarely ever. The number of times he had before he knew her, he could probably count on his hands, out of his entire life. He was now laughing, and casually, whenever he felt like doing so.
Xaver held her close and rested his chin atop her head, smiling like a fool.

[Ginny Weasly]

"I fought to protect....but I..." She said, very lowly, almost in audibal, "I think I enjoyed fighting. I think I enjoyed hurting people...." She said, feeling awful. She squeezed her eyes tighter, "You know, I stopped fighting as much just before I met you. I had given up on everything just before that day you wanted some help in the forrest and you tripped over me."

[Xaver]

"What changed?" he asked slowly, closing his eyes. He didn't have to see her. Her heartbeat against his side was enough to drive him wild.

[Ginny Weasly]

"The fact that you came, seeking help, and forgot your problems to help me." She said softly. Her legs felt week, suddenly, and she put her arms around his neck to keep from falling.

"And that you did it so selflessly."

[Xaver]

Xaver suddenly released the sweater and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, looking down at her with a soft, tender smile.
He sighed softly, touching his forehead to hers.
"What else could I have done? "

[Ginny Weasly]

"You didn't know me. You knewwho I was, and I knew who you were, but you didn't know me. I had only talked to you about once or twice before. What cause would you have had?" She asked, thankful for his arms to help hold her up.

[Xaver]

"You didn't know me. You knew I was a Fallen Prince, yet you asked no questions about how I had fallen, and you helped me. No one other than my little sister, and Dumbledore three times before, had ever helped me. I didn't know what to make of myself trusting you, but I felt inclined to follow my own emotions. I'm glad I did. I don't know what I would do without you."
Xaver watched her closely, his eyes seeking hers.