ColinGinny, prompt: first kiss.
Bravery. Courage. That's what distinguished one from the other houses. That's what made you a Gryffindor.
No one saw it in him, but she did. Sure, he was timid, and slightly annoying too, but he cared. He understood her. And he was brave, but in small ways, so no one noticed.
She remembered one time when he had stepped between her and Blaise Zabini during a fight, ending up with warts and jelly legs. He said he didn't want anyone to get in trouble for dueling in the hallway.
She had kissed him for the first time that night.
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"Just stay here!" she had begged him as she ran from the Room of Requirement. She could handle herself, no problem; it was him she was worried about. His enthusiasm had always made up for his lack of talent, yes, but enthusiasm didn't buy you quick reflexes in battle.
She should have known he would come anyway.
Blaise found his body.
.
She didn't cry. She was a Gryffindor, after all.
He would have cried for you.
.
.
.
He'd understand.
