Not a Damsel
Harry rushed towards where he knew Ginny was, thoughts spinning crash-courses through his mind and tattered robes flying behind him.
What if… she's already… they've got her, they've done it… why didn't I get there sooner?
He ran up the front walk of Spinner's End, whipping out his wand to blast open the door. However, he was thoroughly surprised when the door burst open of its own accord. Inside was a disheveled, blood-splattered, but very much alive, Ginny Weasley.
He stared down at her in shock and disbelief before coming to his senses and swooping around her in a hug.
"Ginny! We all thought you were… that you were…"
She pulled away from Harry's arms and held him at slightly less than arm's length. She smiled a very grim smile, distorting some of the blood on her face, but Harry thought he could see just a tiny hint of mischief in her brown eyes.
"Really, Harry, I can take care of myself. I've never really been fit for that damsel role, you know."
Ginny then pulled Harry back into their previously shared embrace, kissing him soundly, and Harry, slightly stupefied, rather felt like a damsel himself.