Ginny could practically hear his voice that from night, right after Harry died. She was sure he had to hate her, and the lack of responses were on reinforcers of that fact. She knew she hadn't handled in in the best way possible, but she had been young, too young to handle the things that had been thrust her way. "I've missed you," she said softly, trying to portray in those few words the many things she was thinking, the apologies that were lingering but couldn't be said, not this soon, and certainly not in a room with this many people.