The Love of Her Life

Summary: Seeing the love of her life kissing Ginny Weasley broke her heart into a million little pieces. Unrequited H/Hr. Little bit of spoilers if you haven't read HBP or DH.
Disclaimer: Borrowing a couple of characters, again.
A/N: First time doing unrequited H/Hr, not to mention angsty romance. Hope I did all right. I think I flipped between the past and present tense too much. I don't usually write in the first person, I think that's why.

I always knew that Harry held a special spot in his heart for Ginny Weasley. I guess if I look at it from a male's point of view, she is very beautiful, smart, and pretty sassy when she wants to be. But I guess I had always been in denial about it. She is his best friend's little sister. I never really thought that he would make a move.

Until they started going out during our sixth year.

I thought it was just a simple crush. She couldn't possibly have meant anything to Harry. He was too smart for that, wasn't he?

Until Ron and I walked in on them sharing a passionate kiss on his birthday.

My mind had started to race with thoughts. What would have happened if Ron and I hadn't walked in? How could he possibly care about her?

I found a way to be alone later that day. The sun was setting and I took refuge outside. The tears were rolling down my cheeks now, faster than I could control them. I silently prayed that no one would catch me. I didn't want to have to explain myself.

Besides, how do you tell someone that you're hopelessly in love with the Boy-Who-Lived?

"Mione?"

Oh goodness, it was Ron. I frantically tried to hide my tears, but the worried look on his face told me that he already saw them.

"Mione, what's the matter?"

"I want what Ginny has," Literally, I added inside my mind. "Why doesn't someone love me like that?" Why doesn't he love me like that, that's what I really meant. How come Harry loves Ginny and not me?

"Who says that someone doesn't love you like that?"

It was dark, but I could still see Ron's ears turn bright pink. Oh bloody hell. "Ron, I just want to be alone right now."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Mione." Ron responded.

I felt his hand start to rub my back. Maybe, I started to think, maybe the question I should be asking is why can't I make myself love Ron?

I guess I have to let Harry go. He's made his choice. I slowly leaned against Ron, my head finding its way to his shoulder.

"You want Harry, don't you?" Ron's voice was soft and I think I detected a hint of pain in his tone.

My heart skipped a beat and I quickly searched my brain for a right answer to hide the truth. "No, Ron," I forced myself to look up at him. "I want you," I sniffled a bit and wiped at my cheeks. "I want you to realize that I care about you. I want you to be that someone that loves me." That came too easily, I realized after the words had left my mouth. I do care about Ron, just not the same way I care about Harry. But he didn't have to know that. Neither one of them did.

After the war, Ron and I married. We had a couple kids. But I never got over the love of my life. I don't think I ever will.