Ginny sat in the Gryffindor Common room for her final and seventh year. She was looking at some old notes that Harry had written to her while he was off looking for horcruxes and such. She hugged the letters before throwing them into the fireplace. The 17 year old looked at the burning letters. She almost wanted to reach in and grab the letters from the fire.
She felt a single tear fall from her eyes. She got up from sitting by the fire, she wasn't in the mood to be tantalized by the flames, turning the letters from someone she once loved to ashes.
"That's what you get when you let your heart win…" she whispered to herself. She looked up to see the clock ticking. Ginny felt her heart being ripped apart on the inside remembering what Harry had done to her, and her friend.
Harry had walked up to Ginny, hugging her tightly. They had been dating a whole year. Ginny looked up to see Harry looking upset. Ginny looked behind his shoulder to see Hermione Granger with her arms crossed, watching them jealously. Ginny looked back to Harry who looked into her eyes.
"Ginny, we can't be together anymore. I'm sorry, but I don't love you. I…I never did. I was just using you to try to get even closer to Hermione." Harry looked as though he didn't even want to say it, but he in fact did. He let her go, and turned away. Hermione had a satisfied smile on her face. Ginny looked at Hermione in disbelief. Did…Harry just break up with her because of Hermione?!
Ginny tried to shake the thought of it. She knew that Harry cared for her, but he just had to lie to Hermione. Ginny couldn't believe it was happening, but she didn't know what to do.
The next moment Ginny knew was that she was lying on the ground, her senses going into all different directions. She smelled Harry's cologne, she smelled the flowers he gave her. She was seeing Harry's smile whenever he saw her, she was seeing Harry as he proposed to Hermione. She felt Harry's touch on her sides.
Ginny couldn't ever love again, and she knew it. Not after all the pain she just went through. She couldn't handle it. Ginny looked back into the flames to see not even the ashes of the letters.