No, this wasn't how it was always going to be. But there was a good chance that it would happen again... Ginny had experienced Harry running away once before, she'd been there when he had but even then he didn't avoid the confrontation with her completely. She'd come and found him and he had actually talked to her, but he hadn't even bothered to do that with her this time. He'd just turned on his heel and run off. He knew that she would follow him (even if she had thought about not), but it still didn't stop him. There was a chance that she wouldn't have... small as it was.
But here he was, wasn't he? Standing there with his hands in his pockets like the biggest git in the world. At least that hood was hanging near his neck and wasn't pulled up over his head, as tempting as that idea was. He was different now. That much was very, very obvious. He wasn't under the impression that Ginny had changed too much - Harry could be thick at times, he hadn't ever thought about him leaving having any sort of life-changing effect on anyone but himself.
He'd been wrong.
When Ginny laughed that little bit, Harry lifted his brows just slightly, not prone to showing much more emotion on his face other than anger and contempt lately, wondering what in the world was funny at all. But then she was finally speaking up and he shifted on his feet again, shrugging his shoulders up. He didn't really pay attention to the use of the word 'when' instead of 'if', because he had always planned on going back. Eventually. When he was ready... which could have taken a long time. But he never thought he wouldn't ever go back.
"Go on and say it, then." Said quietly, green eyes remaining on her face. It was nice to see something so familiar, someone he had cared about so much, even if he did want to turn and run away from her.