A/N: And this is the end of the competition. Poor Lisa didn't win. But technically, she still did in the end and she got a winner's kiss. How cute. I hope you guys enjoyed this short little drabble collection/story of Lisa Cullen. Words: 200
Prompt: One drabble must use the given prompt for the week in some way - Pale green.
I clapped as the Ravenclaw seventh year pinned the pale green ribbon on James' chest. If anyone should win, and it's not me, it should be him. He practiced the most out of all of the Gryffindor team.
There was a tap on my shoulder and I spun around to face David. "You played great today, Lisa," he said with a smile.
I smiled back, "But I singed my eyebrows in the process." I pulled up my blonde bangs and showed him. He laughed before taking my hands.
I blushed as he said, "They'll grow back, and you're still as pretty as before."
He leaned over and gave me another quick peck, blushing again like before. "What was that for?" I asked.
"Just because you didn't win, doesn't mean I still can't give you a winner's kiss," he said.
I smiled. That was kind of cheesy. But then grimaced as I took my hands from his. Though it was sweet, and I would love for him to hold them, they were still tender.
Instead, I hooked my arm in his and said, "Let's go and sit by the Black Lake so I can dip my hands in the water."