"If anything had changed, he would have told me," Ginny murmured, rubbing at her nose. "He told me everything on my birthday. I wasn't to wait for him, he's confused. He doesn't want to be with me because it's what people expect, because it's what I want. He has to find out for himself what his future is supposed to hold, without anybody else telling him what he should be doing."
She sucked in a shaky breath and closed her eyes. "It's better this way. I just... time will help."
It was hard to contemplate that her world, her future, had been so set in stone and now it was gone because of... what? Pressure from public opinion? She wanted to scream and shout at Harry that what they'd felt for each other was real, and that nothing had changed. But if he was so easily swayed by something that supposedly meant nothing to him, and that he didn't wat to influence his decisions anymore, it showed that maybe things had changed.