Those weren't quite the words he had been expecting. Harry paused with his hand on the door before locking it, to keep those who weren't welcome out. Really, it wasn't even remotely the sentiment he had been expecting. Harry had imagined that if he were ever to see Ginny again, her greeting would be a punch to the face, the rest of the conversation perhaps a knee to the groin. Certainly nothing like an apology.
An eyebrow had risen, and Harry asked, "For what?" as he walked by her and into the kitchen. He needed to something to drink.