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He loved her. He. Loved. Her. Three words. Three little words. Three syllables. Three little syllables. They meant little. To some, they mean nothing. But to her, to him, they meant everything. They meant life. They meant an eternity. They meant hope. They meant love.
"I love you," he had said, his arms wrapped tightly around her, his lips close to her cheek.
"I love you," she had said, her cheek pressed against his uniform shirt, the Gryffindor red and cold necktie hanging limp across his shoulders.
"I'll never leave you, Gin."
"Ever?"
"Ever. I love you."
I.
Love.
You.
The words echoed in her mind. Words now empty. Words now full of more meaning than anything else in the world. Words now a whisper. I love you.
He had never lied before. He wasn't a liar. If he said he was going to do something, he did it. If he said he was going to say something, he said it. If he said he was going to think something, he thought it. He was brave, honest, admirable. Brilliant. Hers.
He snuck into Hogwarts after being removed for being a muggle-born. He snuck back into Hogwarts after being removed for being underage. He snuck into the Three Broomsticks and snuck her some fire whiskey when Professor McGonagall was not looking.
"I love you," he had muttered, handing her the glass. "Don't do anything stupid."
She had laughed, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. She knew she was the more likely of the two to do something stupid, to get in trouble, to get caught. She knew it. He knew. He went and got himself…
I. Love. You.
His coffin was mahogany. Mahogany and gold. At least, that's what Dennis said. She couldn't go to his funeral. She couldn't go say goodbye, see him peaceful and at rest, apologize to his family, cry. She couldn't do any of it. All she saw was his body. His broken body, bloodied and bruised from battle. All she remembered was the look of horror and sadness on his face when Neville and Seamus brought him into the Great Hall. The look of pain on Neville's face. The look of sorrow on Seamus's. The agony tearing through her.
A brother. Gone. Friends. Gone. And more on the rise. Remus. Tonks. Moody. All of them. Gone.
"I love you."
He loved her.
"I'll never leave you."
He left.
Postscript: Due to some confusion in my reviews so far, let me clear stuff up. Dennis = Dennis Creevy. "He" = Collin Creevey. I have this whole thing about in Harry's seventh year Gin had a fling with Colin because I think that'd be really cute. so, yeah...sorry for not being clear. I kind of wanted it to be ambiguous, and i think even those who didn't fully know what was going on got something out of it, so I'm not too concerned about it. Thank you.