This is a drabble I wrote ages ago from Ginny's POV.

Pairing: Implied Harmony

I knew from the moment he left, he'd never been mine again, especially as he was leaving with her. Of course I hoped he would. That somehow, when we came out of the war, no matter how broken, that we'd just fall back together again.

Now, I have to hold back the tears when I see him with her. The look of adoration in his eyes when he looks at her, when his hands attempt to thread through her riotous curls…it's all too much. It's been years, but I haven't found the courage to move on. I can't and I won't. I find myself more often than not drowning my sorrows in alcohol and waking up with men I don't remember. It numbs the pain, but only temporarily.

They've tried to pull me out, together and separately, saying they care about me. I know they do. But they don't realize that their relationship is the cause of my pain. How could they? I never let on. And who am I to stand in the way of true happiness despite how agonizing it is for me. Maybe it's the least selfish thing I've ever done, but that doesn't stop me from hoping…wishing.

It was supposed to be me. My mother even told me so.