She was his first... everything.
His first girlfriend. It was a sensational few months, although it had mainly consisted of snuggling and her being the first girl he had done s-... let's keep that unsaid (and away from Hermione's ears).
She was his first kiss. The first girl he had managed to press lips again, and yet now when he touched hers he felt no resemblance. He did't feel the sweetness that had once been there. He didn't feel the softness, or the lovingness. He just felt the coldness. That bitter coldness that had just erupted from her inner soul.
And she was his first everything. The first girl that he felt a responsibility to love and to hold close and to care for. And yet he had let her go so easily.
He had hurt her, and yet she still stood tall.
If only he hadn't hurt her then. Maybe, just maybe, things may have been different.
Could it have stopped this from happening?
He sat by her and slowly felt her hair. What had he been to her? A boyfriend? A crush? Or more?
He had to have been her first something. Maybe not a first crush, but a first boyfriend perhaps? Yes, defiantly a first boyfriend.
Could he have been he- no, absolutley not. But maybe... was it a chance?
Yes... it had to be.
He had been her first love. She had loved her with all of his heart, yet he couldn't love her back.
Ron, which a trembling lip and a tearing face, leaned down over Lavender's cold, far-from-living body. His lips met her frozen forehead and he mumbled, "I'm sorry Lavender. I'm so sorry."
And somewhere out there, Ron knew her ghost was thinking, It's alright Won-Won. It's alright.