A/N: Oh my god everyone I am so sorry! I feel terrible for making everyone wait for so long. But I wasn't just being a lazy ass; so don't be mad at me! Lol. See for like a week after I updated last, I was really sick with a virus. And then my piece of crap computer crashed. I have not had a computer for over a month. It's been torture. On top of that, when my computer crashed, I lost all my files. So I had to completely rewrite this chapter from memory. Sadly, It's shorter than my old one, but I knew that I had to update as soon as I got my new computer, which was yesterday. My Internet was set up today, and here it is. I am so sorry for making everyone wait, and ever sorrier for this shorter chapter. Please forgive me! And because I wanted to update as soon as possible I am sorry to say that I didn't type out long reviews. But I promise I will next chapter. I do want to thank all of the amazing people that reviewed! Thank you so much! I was so happy to find all of those reviews in my email when I checked it today, you have no idea. And thank you to all those people who were concerned about my health. You guys are too sweet. I'm fine, my sadly computer wasn't. So once again thank you! And I hope you like this chapter of Hear You Me!

After what seemed like hours, they came up for air. Harry stared at Ginny in shock, and Ginny stared back. She hadn't meant for that to happen. Dammit, she always had to screw things up! Ginny turned away, noticing Leanne staring wide-eyed in their direction. Ginny smirked, and something flashed in Harry's eyes. Without another word, he walked from the room, leaving Ginny exactly where he had left her.

Chapter Nineteen: A Slam In The Face

A stunned Ginny stood rooted to the very spot she had been standing in minutes before, when she had been kissing Harry. Absently, she reached up and touched her lips, feeling where Harry had been. Tears threatened to well up in her eyes as she remembered how it had felt to have Harry so close to her. He still smelt of burning wood and cool evenings, just like she remembered. His mouth still tasted of peppermint, just like it had all those years before. A single tear finally slipped down her flushed cheek as she reminisced. Suddenly, she snapped out of her reverie, realizing she had to go after Harry. His rejection felt like a slap in the face, but Ginny knew she deserved it. Without much thought, she began to push her way through the thick crowd that had assembled themselves in the room. Once she got clear of everyone, Ginny raced out the door. Stopping briefly only to remove her shoes, Ginny began to run. A loud pounding started in her ears as she sprinted. Her footfall was amplified in the remarkably quiet night. The stars shone down on her as she ran, only thinking of Harry.

She finally spotted a familiar head of messy black hair trudging down the street slowly. He kicked at the ground as he walked, much like a child. His arms hung limply at his sides, and his head was bent towards the pavement. Overwhelming feelings of guilt, sadness, and affection flooded through Ginny. She slowed her pace, and began to trail him from a safe distance. She knew she needed to collect her thoughts, so she'd be able to tell him exactly how she felt. A gulp escaped Ginny's throat as Harry ripped at stray leaves angrily. Her resolve and courage was weakened when she saw him tear off his crown and throw it onto the cracked sidewalk. The fake fold shattered into a thousand different pieces, all of them glinting in the moonlight. It was the either the saddest or most enchanting thing Ginny had ever seen. Unexpectedly, Harry turned around, his bright green eyes clouded over with anger and sadness. He looked straight into Ginny's own pools of chocolate, and turned away without a word.

A sob threatened to escape Ginny's lips as Harry turned his back on her. Harry continued to walk in the same fashion, growing ever closer to the apartment they shared. Ginny knew when they both arrived things would not be good. She continued to set herself up for an enormous fight, all the way to her front door. Harry had gone inside just moments before, and Ginny stood outside the cold gray door, dreading going inside. Somehow Ginny knew things were different. The kiss and the aftermath had changed everything. Ginny had told Harry that the first kiss in the leaves had been a mistake, and she went and made the same one again. Her stupidity never ceased to amaze her. Things had just been starting to go really well between them, and she had to screw them up again.

Well that's just typical me isn't it?

Not saying anything.

Why the hell not?

Either way you'll get mad.

You're right. You're always right. Frankly, it's getting quite irritating.

I know.

Shut up.

A frustrated sigh escaped Ginny's lips as she leaned her burning forehead against the cool of her front door. She closed her eyes, becoming lost in thought. She knew what Harry probably thought, and the thought made her feel absolutely horrible. Ginny knew he must think she was just playing with him, never serious in her attempts to bring them together. If he only knew what she really felt. Every part of her ached for him, wished she could hold him as long as her eyes were open and air filled her lungs. She wanted to feel that passion, that feeling of infinity, and she wanted to share it with him and only him. Ginny was sure if she told Harry all this that he would run away in an instant. She didn't know if he still held any feelings for her. Yes, he had kissed her back. But that could have been mere lust on his part, although it had been nothing of the sort for her. It had been pure, unadulterated love. The love you only find once in an incredible lifetime. The kind many aren't even lucky enough to find. And she had found it all those years ago, when she was seventeen. Now at twenty-two she had been given a second chance. Suddenly Ginny realized that she couldn't throw that away. Harry was all she ever wanted and more. He was everything she ever wished for; from the time she was ten years old. She couldn't just let life pass her by. She had to take hold, and make it the way she wanted it to be. A feeling of determination rose up in her, and suddenly was exactly sure of what she wanted to say.

Slowly, Ginny pulled open the front door. The apartment was silent, not a sound ringing out. Ginny stepped into the living room to find it empty. She walked into the kitchen to find it vacant. She checked the bathroom, and even her room. Cautiously, Ginny walked to Harry's bedroom door. She hesitated for a moment before raising her hand and knocking. She waited for a few minutes, expecting to hear Harry's voice or see his face through a crack in the door. Neither thing happened so Ginny opened the door. What she saw made tears begin to fill in her eyes. All of Harry's things were gone. He had vacated the room, leaving no sign he was ever really there. No note had been left, no farewell. Ginny trudged over to his bed and collapsed onto it, sobs beginning to rack her body. Tears ran down her cheeks in murky rivers, made black by her makeup. So this is what it feels like to be abandoned? Moisture continued to pore from her eyes, seeming to never end. She now knew how Harry might have felt all those years ago. Pain, confusion, anger, and sadness all tore at her heart. Nothing felt like it would ever be righted again. The future suddenly looked dim, when just minutes before Ginny had been ready to tell Harry her true feelings. She felt rejected, tossed aside like something that was broken and couldn't be fixed. All she wanted to do was close her eyes, and so she did.

The next morning, Ginny awoke to bright sunlight shining through the flimsy blinds. She was momentarily frightened when she found she wasn't in her own bed, but calmed when she realized that she must have fallen asleep in Harry's. Harry. Sadness once again rushed over her, returning from where it had been resting as she slept. Almost every single part of her told her to give up and accept defeat. Except her heart. Ginny's heart was telling her that she had to do something, anything to make him come back. To make him see what she really felt for him. Ginny wasn't sure what she felt for Harry could even be adequately put into words. All she knew was that she had to find him. Ginny figured he was already back in London, ready to move on with his life. She knew she had hurt him, and badly. Ginny though back to all the times they had spent together since they had reunited. Some had been awkward, some infuriating, and some indescribably beautiful. The wonderful memories were what stuck out in her mind most. All the laughter, the conversations that still made her smile.

Ginny finally forced herself to get out of bed and do something. Without thinking, she picked up her wand and Apperated.

Ginny reappeared in front of the Burrow seconds later. The old house still looked the same as it had merely days ago, yet Ginny felt different. Her steps to the front door were slow and agonizing, seeming to never end. When she finally reached the beaten door, her heart began to pound with nerves. This was it, no going back. She was going to tell him how she felt. Ginny assumed he would be at the Burrow, since that was where he usually spent most of his time. A moment later after she had gathered her courage, Ginny opened the front door. The living room was empty, as was the kitchen. Ginny figured everyone must be out back. Sure enough, she found everyone gathered around a table in the back, finishing breakfast and chatting. Ginny hesitated a moment before pulling open the door that led outside. When she did all the faces at the table turned towards her. Ginny noted sadly that Harry's was not among them.

"Can we help you?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Ron." Ginny said with a roll of her eyes.

"Ginny? Is that you?"

"Yes Ron." Ginny replied with a hint of annoyance.

"You look like some kind of weird, well, scarlet woman!" He exclaimed.

"Oh bloody hell Ron. Shut up."

Ron looked slightly offended but that disappeared quickly.

"So to what do we owe your presence?" He asked jokingly.

"Well actually, I was sort of looking for Harry." Ginny replied while staring at the ground.

Ron gave her a sympathetic look, and didn't answer. The rest of her family sat in silence not saying a word. Ginny knew Harry had probably told them of the current situation. The fact that they weren't saying anything made her heart even heavier. Tears began to form once again, and Ginny willed them to stop. She forced a watery smile, and turned to leave. Suddenly, her mother spoke up.

"Oh dear. He's back at his house packing. He's leaving for Italy tomorrow." Molly said sadly.

"What?" Ginny asked, too stunned to say much else.

"Yes." Ron said, looking at her intently.

"I have to talk to him. I have to."

"You can try." Ron spoke grimly.

"Where is his house?"

"In Hogsmeade. At the very end of the village. Last house on the street." Molly answered.

"Thank you. Well I guess I'll be leaving. I love you all." Ginny said finally, before turning and walking back into the house.

She heard an echo of I love yous drifting in from outside. She couldn't help but smile slightly. It was good to have family again. Ginny walked through the front door of the Burrow and immediately Apperated into Hogsmeade.

She arrived at the very beginning of the magical village, and realized she had quite a walk to the other side. Ginny realized that this was a good thing. She needed to collect her thoughts so that she could tell him how she felt. She was going to try as hard as she could to convey how she felt with words, but it was going to be very hard. Every part of her just wanted to hold Harry, and tell him she loved him. She had always loved him, and had never stopped. The trees were rapidly losing their leaves although bursts of color still hung onto the spindly branches. The air was crisp, and the day bright. Ginny exhaled deeply, and saw her breath hanging in the air in front of her. All around her bells rung in the shops, signaling shoppers entrances and departures. Ginny was vaguely aware that she could run into someone she knew, but that wasn't the most important thing to her at the moment.

A group of young witches and wizards exited Zonko's laughing wildly, smiles plastered on their rosy faces. Ginny looked at them with fondness. They couldn't be older than twelve. Ginny smiled as she remembered being that young and attending Hogwarts. Though she didn't think she then, she had had some of the best times of her life at that school. Friendships were formed, relationships started. Ginny reminisced back, remembering when she was twelve. At that age she had still been pining for Harry, just hoping he would glance in her direction. The slightest smile or friendly word would make her heart race. He had been so young then, some innocence still intact. All that disappeared in Ginny's third year. That was the year of the Tri Wizard Tournament, the beginning of horrible times for the wizarding world and for Hogwarts. Harry had changed that year. He had always been aware of the tragedies that were to come, but on the day of the third task, all those fears were made real. He was no longer the same. The day Harry defeated Voldemort was a day of great joy in everyone's life, including Harry's. But he had been changed forever. He had seen so much, experienced more than most have to go through in a lifetime. You can't go back to how you were before. Things become easier, but there is still something in you that will always be stored away for days when you feel your worst.

Ginny looked up to find that she had reached the end of the road. There was only one house that could be his. It was a simple white cottage, with a picket fence and green lawn. Ginny walked slowly up to the cottage, not knowing what was to become of everything. She noticed a beautiful garden growing in the back, flowers still blooming in full color. She finally reached the door, and let out a gulp. Before she could stop herself or run away, Ginny rang the bell.

A moment later, Harry appeared. Ginny was taken aback. In the mere 24 hours it had been since she'd seen him, she'd forgotten how beautiful he was. His jet-black hair hung messily about his face, and his green eyes shone brightly, reflecting the sunlight. He was wearing a simple white tee shirt that stretched tightly across his chest, and a pair of worn in jeans. Ginny stood speechless for a moment. Harry didn't utter a word, just looked at her. Ginny was snapped out of her reverie a moment later by the sound of a door being slammed in her face.

A/N: There you have it. The long awaited chapter. Sorry for the length, I hope you can forgive me! Thanks to everyone for being so patient!