First Kiss, Last Wish
"Colin, don't do this," Ginny pleaded, grabbing Colin Creevey's wrist. He looked at her with his sad blue eyes and pulled her to him, in a tight embrace.
"I have to, Gin. I'm sorry," he whispered into her ear. Ginny felt tears building up in her eyes as she knew he was saying his last goodbye. Colin pulled her away and looked her dead centre of the eyes. He smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek and kissed her on the lips. Ginny knotted her hands through his sandy hair, but as soon as it started, it was over.
"Do me a favour, and don't forget me, no matter who you marry or who you meet. Always remember this moment," Colin murmured in her ear. Ginny nodded as a single tear coursed down her freckled nose and Colin wiped it away.
"Don't cry, Gin," he said. He let go of her and stood back, smiling sadly.
"I love you," he said, before running off into the mass chaos of the Great War.
His first kiss, and his last wish...