Fandom: Harry Potter
Challenge/Prompt: A to Z Challenge: B
Word Count: 1,003
Summary: Colin reflects on his deathbed.
Colin felt a buzz in his head. He knew he was going to die soon. After being hit with a curse during the final battle, he knew it was only a matter of time before he fell into the endless abyss.
He felt like he might have a concussion due to the strange thoughts that continuously entered his brain, but his thoughts were still sound enough that he recognized Ginny's cinnamon scent almost constantly. She was loyal, barely leaving his side. It was something he was grateful for because when he did leave this world, he hoped she would be the last person he saw.
Colin thought about everything in his life, everything leading up to this very moment. He remembered his eccentric aunt, his mother's sister. She always had a camera with her and took pictures of everything she saw. She would then talk to him about taking pictures and how fulfilling it was, and it was what eventually inspired him to work towards becoming a photographer.
He wasn't sure when she became his role model, but with her out-of-the-box thinking and zest for life, he wanted to grow up to be like her.
And then there was the trip to the beach when he was seven and Dennis was six. His younger brother got stung by a jellyfish and screamed so loudly, claiming it to be the worst pain he had ever felt.
Colin had taken a picture of the sting with the camera his aunt had gifted him and Dennis had kicked him hard in the shin. That was when Colin learned to not take pictures of people physically hurt. They didn't respond favorably to it.
Everything went along as he grew older, and he fell more and more in love with photography. His parents didn't understand what drew him to the art, but his aunt and brother always encouraged him in his love.
And when he went to Hogwarts and met Harry Potter, he knew he met the person he always wanted to take pictures of.
At the time, Ginny Weasley, who was in his year, was only in his peripheral vision, mainly because she spent so much time looking at Harry Potter.
Within a couple of years, when his body and voice began to change, he noticed how pretty Ginny was. She wasn't like other girls. She didn't talk about clothes, makeup, and boys. She talked about interesting stuff, like Quidditch, hexes, and pranks. She was funny and smart. And always nice. At least she was always nice to him and his brother while other people looked at the Creevey brothers as if they were bugs to be squashed. She never acted as if Colin and Dennis were annoying her whenever they sat with her in the Gryffindor Common Room. And Colin liked that. A lot.
And he had to watch as Neville asked Ginny to the Yule Ball and she accepted. That was his biggest regret. He regretted not telling Ginny he liked her. Maybe if he had, they would have spent the night of the Yule Ball together, talking and having fun. Maybe even dancing in the common room since they wouldn't be allowed to attend the Yule Ball. And he wouldn't have imagined what Ginny and Neville were doing, whether they were having fun or if she just said yes so she could go to the dance.
They might have gotten together a lot sooner if he had been as brave as his Gryffindor house claimed he was and confessed his feelings for her instead of hiding them out of fear of rejection.
Thankfully, he got the courage to tell Ginny the next year after she broke up with Michael Corner. "I like you a lot," he admitted with a deep red blush.
Ginny placed a hand on his shoulder. "I like you too. You know, I thought I would wait forever for Harry to notice me, but I've haven't thought about him since second year in that way. I enjoy spending time with you, and I would like to spend a lot more time with you."
Colin smiled. "Will you go to Hogsmeade with me as my date?"
Ginny leaned forward and kissed him on the corner of his lips, a barely there touch, in full view of everyone in the common room.
He knew Ron was there and briefly feared for his life but hoped and Harry and Hermione, or maybe Lavender, would keep the hotheaded redhead in check.
"I would love to."
And Colin had everything he wanted after that. He had a couple of good, close friends. He had the girl he had been secretly dreaming of, and she seemed completely happy with him.
Even so, he never told her he loved her. He was scared she wouldn't say the words back.
But he knew he was running out of time. If he didn't say it now, he would never have the chance. "Ginny," Colin painfully whispered.
"I'm here," she murmured, brushing his curly bangs from his sweaty forehead.
"I'm not going to make it," he admitted.
"Don't say that," she growled ferociously.
"Ginny, I need you to know something. I –"
"Stop!" she interrupted, "Whatever you have to say can wait until after you're healed."
He admired her optimism, but he knew his body better than she did. With his eyes still closed, he finally said the words. "Ginny, I love you."
He heard broken sobs and a head rested on his chest.
He forced his eyes open and all he saw was red hair. He breathed in her scent.
"I love you too," she painfully whispered, her eyes averted.
He knew he wouldn't survive. Maybe he wouldn't even survive the night, but now that he told her the truth of the depth of his feelings, he was okay with that.
He knew Ginny might grieve for him, but she was young and vivacious. She would find someone else to give her gigantic heart to. He was sure of it.