Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's note: I'd like to dedicate this fan fiction to two persons that has given me a lot of feedback when it comes to writing fan fics. First there's Pernilla, a close friend who started reading my fics quite recently. Then there's Hannah (SnakeEyesHannah) the greatest Harry/Ginny shipper I know.

I usually I don't write Harry/Ginny fics. I support it, I do, but I usually don't write it. I normally write Ron/Hermione ones with a pinch of Harry/Ginny in them. This one will be the opposite, a Harry/Ginny one with a pinch of Ron/Hermione. I hope that you'll like it.

You Want What You've Lost

Once I had a crush on this boy, Harry Potter. I was eleven then and by the time I was thirteen I was sure that that crush had vanished. Well, not entirely because I still got that tingling feeling whenever he talked to me or when he looked my way, smiling. I still couldn't help but to hope that he liked me too in some way. When I started dating Michael Corner, by the end of my third year, I promised myself that I wouldn't feel that way towards Harry. I think I managed that quite well but I'm sorry to say that we can't control our emotions. I broke up with Michael and got together with a boy in Harry's year, Dean Thomas. It didn't last that long either, I still hoped for that chance with Harry that I convinced myself that I had. I swear that there was a time when Harry liked me too, in the same way I liked him. But if he did I think he's done a great job getting over it because he has never really shown it.

Now I'm sixteen, in about a month I'm going to start my seventh year at Hogwarts. When I left Hogwarts a month ago I was sure that my feelings for Harry had vanished for good. He won't return to Hogwarts for another year, he finished for good when I finished my sixth year. Even if I had had feelings for him by then it wouldn't be any point in hoping he felt the same way, he had gotten himself a girlfriend. To Ron's relief I can say that it wasn't Hermione, I can't believe they didn't get together during their entire time at Hogwarts!

Anyway, the girl Harry started to date by the end of his sixth year is Luna Lovegood, can you believe it? He, The-Boy-Who-Lived chose to date Luna Lovegood of all people. I'm not going to say that she isn't right for him cause he looks really happy when he's around her. I've never seen him that happy actually. So I shouldn't really be surprised that the thing that happened happened.

The thing I'm trying to get to is something that happened about a week ago. It was right after lunch when Ron told us that Harry and Luna were coming over. When he then added that Hermione was coming as well he had that smile on his face that he only has when he's talking about her.

Harry and Luna had come quite often during the summer; they had visited the Burrow at least once a week so it wasn't really a surprise that they were coming. But my mum always seems to think that it's something special when Harry comes, I don't know why but it's just the way she is.

I think one of the reasons that Harry comes here at least once a week is because he wants to eat a real home cooked meal. Now that he lives on his own he doesn't get that very often and he probably wouldn't get it all if it wasn't for my mum.

So anyways, Harry and Luna arrived just around dinner time. By then Hermione had been there quite a while. Ron had spent most of his time talking to her. Why won't he just tell her? When I welcomed Harry and Luna it was something strange about him, he was happy in another way than usual. I couldn't imagine why.

I talked to them for a while. Actually I only wanted to talk to Harry but since Luna seemed to be stuck on Harry's arm I had no choice but to talk to both of them. When we were out of conversation topics that interested all three of us I spent some time looking at Ron and Hermione, they're so obvious!

When my mum finally told us that dinner was ready I took a seat on Harry's side, as far away from Luna as possible. Ron, obviously, took a seat right next to Hermione and they continued their conversation about S.P.E.W, in which Ron seemed to have taken a lot more interest in. When dinner was served the talking really started. Everyone talked at once; I don't think I can recollect any of the topics that were brought up during the meal. Well, I do remember one. It would be really weird if I didn't since that is the reason I'm telling you all this.

Right before dessert Harry got up; he looked as though he was ready to make a toast. I looked at him. He on the other hand looked at Luna, then back at everyone. He swallowed hard, I looked intensively at his Adam's apple and then at his unbelievably cute smile. He took a deep breath and swallowed once more.

'I have an announcement to make,' said Harry and looked at Luna for just a second before he continued. This time with a lot more confidence. 'Actually, we have an announcement to make.'

My gaze fell. I was breathless and I was staring at my hands. At that point, when he had said 'we' I saw the worst coming. The two of them had an announcement to make. What could it be? Would be moving in together? No, that couldn't be it. Luna still had a year left at Hogwarts. My gaze fell upon Harry again as he made himself ready to speak.

'Luna and I are engaged,' said Harry grinning happily. My heart stopped. It just couldn't be true. They were engaged, they were engaged. I looked from Harry to Luna and back again. That's when it hit me; I would never be able to get over Harry. He was the one and only for me, the love of my life, my prince charming.

Everyone else was busy congratulating them, telling them how perfect they were for each other and how well it'd work out. No one noticed me when I got up and made my way up the stairs, going straight to my room. But I swear that those emerald-green eyes followed me as I got out of the kitchen.

With eyes brimming over with tears I turned the handle and opened the door to my room and snuck in. Right when I was going to close it Hermione made her way in. I had obviously been wrong when I thought that no one noticed me as I escaped from "the happy couple".

Hermione looked at me for a second before she walked up to me and embraced me in a hug. I hugged her back, sobbing uncontrollably. Hermione hugged me tightly, trying to calm me down.

'I'm so sorry Gin,' she said and rubbed my back. 'I really am. You still like him, don't you?'

'Hermione,' I sobbed and let go of her. 'I think… I think I might… I… I love him.' Hermione nodded slowly.

'I know,' she said, smiling weakly. 'I'm so sorry.' I bit my lip nodding. Trying not to cry.

'He… he's the one, Hermione. I'm sure he is,' I said, tears welling up in my eyes. 'Why do I have to realize it when it's too late?'

'Maybe cause that's when you realize what's gone,' said Hermione. 'That's when you realize you've lost-' Hermione stopped at the sound of someone walking up that stairs. We both turned to look at that door when the sound of someone knocking on it reached our ears. The door slip open and my youngest brother stood there looking at us. He too looked a bit sad.

'Do you mind if I come in?' asked Ron, I shook my head in response. He walked up to me right away and swept me into a hug. I hugged him back tightly; I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. As I cried Ron hugged me.

'I'm sorry Gin,' he mumbled. 'I never thought this would happen, not in a million years.'

'But it did,' I sobbed. 'I lost him Ron, he's going to marry Luna.'

'I know,' said Ron sighing and let go of me. Lifting up my cheek, making me look at him. He looked into my eyes as he continued. 'To tell the truth I really did hope that the two of you would end up together.' I smiled weakly at him. He stroke away the tears from my cheeks and smiled at me.

'Do you think you're ready to come downstairs again?' he asked.

'In a minute,' I answered. 'Just give me a minute.' Ron nodded and smiled, then he turned to Hermione who nodded back at him and they made their way to the stairs. I looked at them as they were to go down it but they didn't.

They stood there, by the top of the stairs and Hermione hugged Ron, whispering something and he hugged her back. That didn't really shock me, the part that shocked me was that neither one of them seemed to be blushing. The next thing they did surprised me just as much, as they made their way downstairs Ron put an arm around Hermione's' shoulders.

As I saw them disappear down the stairs I took a deep breath and opened the door entirely. I had no idea of what to do when I came downstairs. Everyone was gathered in the living room.

Everyone was talking to someone. Everyone except Harry. He was standing by the window looking out at something or someone. I made my way towards him and when I was just a few feet a way from him he turned around. He saw me and smiled, I swallowed hard.

'I saw you getting out of the kitchen,' he said quietly. I blushed, those eyes had followed me.

'Where were you?' he asked. Was I imagining it or did he sound worried?

'Upstairs,' I answered. He nodded sighing.

'But I'm here now,' I added smiling weakly. Harry nodded.

'So, what's on your mind?' he asked as I walked closer to him.

'Well,' I started and stood next to him. We both turned to look out of the window. I smiled when I saw what he had been looking at. Ron and Hermione were standing outside; Ron was standing behind Hermione, his arms around her.

By the way my brother was holding Hermione it seemed as though they had finally said the things they should have been said years ago.

I turned to Harry and took a deep breath before I spoke again.

'I thought I'd tell you something I should have told you a while ago,' I said, he turned and looked at me with a look that told me to continue. I looked into those emerald-green eyes that I loved so much. I took a deep breath and smiled nervously at him.

'Congratulations.'

Harry pulled me into a hug and as I hugged him back I never wanted to let go, but I knew that I had to. It would be hard, probably impossible, but I had to. I had to let go.