Damsel in distress isn't usually a role that I can be at all gracious about playing, simply because the twins and Lee are never chivalrous, and charming even less often. There aren't any other potential knights around, except Harry, who needs to save himself more than anyone.
I'm straying; somehow, in a game of one-on-one quidditch, I managed to fall off my broom. Okay, not somehow, overextended starfish and stick, but I thought I was going to die. Then she saved me, and I saw the adoration in her gaze as she promised to always be there to catch me.