Hey guys, I'm back. I am very sorry to report that this is the final chapter of 'Seven Songs to Change His Mind'. Did he change his mind? Well, I guess you'll have to see...

Disclaimer: Idea=xxtotallyinsanexx. Characters=J.K. Rowling's. Plot of this chapter=Mine. :P

Chapter 9: Working It Out

And for once, he made the choice to follow his heart instead of his head, and he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips.

For the smallest space of a second, all Ginny registered was the feel of Harry's lips on hers again. How long she'd waited for this again...and then it registered what he was doing. Kissing her. Right after he'd told her he would leave anyways. And Ginny wasn't going to take that. With a gasp, she placed her hands on his chest and shoved, him, hard.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" she shrieked as he fell backward off the couch. To his credit, he had the decency to look ashamed.

"Ginny, I-"

"No! Don't! I don't want to hear it!" she shouted back, tears in her eyes. "You play with me, Harry! One second you tell me you're leaving because the entire Wizarding World is more important than me, the next you tell me you love me, and the next you tell me you're still leaving, and then you KISS me? What is wrong with you?"

"I'm so-"

"DON'T TALK TO ME!" she screamed. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!"

He drew back as though slapped.

"You-you do?" he asked, his voice fragile, as though it might break.

"Yes! I do! Get away from me! All you do is confuse me! Tell me one thing but do another! I know you have to leave, I get it, and I've tried to make it easier on you, even though it tears at me to let you go! And all you do is make it harder on me!"

And the dam broke. Her tears flowed freely down her face, and she didn't make any attempt to hide them. How could she, when everything was Harry and everything hurt? It was all too much, it really was.

"I'm not trying to, Ginny, it just...it hurts, to see you in pain," Harry confessed. "And I don't know what to do about it. I want to be with you, but I can't!"

"Then just go," she said, her voice scarily quiet after all her shouting. "Go. Save the world. But just leave me alone!"

And she turned and stomped over to the door, grabbing the handle and turning. Nothing happened.

"What in the name of Merlin?" she asked, mostly to herself, trying to turn the handle again. Once more, nothing happened.

"What's wrong?" Harry inquired cautiously, but Ginny seemed to have forgotten her frustration with him-for the time being.

"The door-won't-open!" she cried in frustration, kicking it. "Ouch!"

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, approaching her somewhat cautiously.

"Oh, I'm just fine, Harry Potter," Ginny snapped back.

"Great to know, Ginny Weasley," he muttered cheekily under his breath. Unfortunately for him, he didn't mutter quietly enough. Ginny heard him and turned to stare. She had just opened her mouth when there was a snicker from the other side of the door. And in that instant, both Ginny and Harry understood.

"DAMN IT, FRED WEASLEY, YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!" Ginny shrieked, slamming her palm against the door. More laughing. "LET ME OUT OF HERE! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE PLAYING AT? HERMIONE, GET ME OUT!" She hit the door again.

"Ginny, don't-you'll hurt yourself," came Hermione's voice from the other side of the door. "They've locked it and they've taken my wand and I don't have a key. I'm sorry! I'll keep looking, but...I don't know where it could be."

"Don't bother," Ginny answered bitterly. "Do you have your wand?" she snapped at Harry.

"Yeah, it's right-right-DAMN IT, RON!"

The snickers from all the Weasley brothers confirmed it. Ron must have nicked Harry's wand while they were sitting on the carpet. Ginny, tears now streaming down her face, slumped against the door and buried her head in her knees.

"Hey-Ginny, don't cry!" Harry urged, kneeling beside her. She looked up, brown eyes flashing.

"Why shouldn't I cry? I'm locked in a room with you," she spat. Something in Harry ignited at her angry words.

"Well, I don't see why you mind, considering you just begged me to come back to you. And all your songs before...did all of those mean nothing?" he asked, anger rising in him.

"You think I didn't mean that? You think that because they're in the past, it's not true any more?" Harry could see he'd made a mistake. "Well, I can tell you this, Harry Potter, you're WRONG!"

"Ginny, can we please talk this out? Shouting will get us nowhere but more easily overheard by your brothers," Harry sighed. Ginny glared at him, but she got up and stalked over to the couch and sat down.

"What?"

"I just want you to understand that I'm not trying to hurt you," he began, not entirely sure where to go with this. He may be Harry Potter, but he had no father to ever talk to about girls (Uncle Vernon wasn't the type of person he'd've asked, anyway). "I'm trying to keep you safe from Voldemort. I know that Ron's in your family and you'll be targeted because of that, but Ron has a plan to explain his absence from Hogwarts and home. You don't. Don't you get it, Ginny?" he asked, suddenly frustrated. He got up and ran his fingers through his hair, pacing the living room.

"I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to leave you. But I don't have a choice. Dumbledore told me-there was a prophecy made about Voldemort and I. That neither could live while the other survives. That's the prophecy we fought the Death Eaters for at the Ministry a year ago. I have to kill him, Ginny. I'm the only one who can do it. I have to kill him, and there's a lot more to it than I thought there was. So that's what I'm doing. Yes, I'm going to try to kill him. Because there's nothing I can do about it. He knows about this prophecy, and he's going to try to kill me. The only thing I can hope for is that I find him before he finds me," Harry sighed, losing all his energy and sinking onto the couch next to her. "That's why I left. Because while I'm out there trying to find the information to destroy him, he's going to be looking for me. He'll come here first because he knows how close I am to this family. The only thing they don't know is that we were together. And I can't let you become a target of that!" he finished, running his fingers through his hair again.

"Oh, Harry," Ginny sighed, sinking onto the couch. If only he'd told her that before. She could see now how much stress he was under, trying to do this. And she felt bad for adding more. "I'm sorry. I-I didn't realize," she admitted. Harry let out a breath.

"Of course you didn't. I didn't want to scare you with all that information. Knowing that I could die-I wanted you to think I'd come back to you."

"Harry...I always knew there was a chance you'd never come back. I suspected it when Lucius Malfoy was talking about it at the Ministry. I'm not scared that you have to face him. I knew you would, eventually. I was always just scared you'd never come back," she confessed, running her fingers through his hair. "But watching you grow and change these last few years...I know you'll come back, Harry. You might not think so, but you are strong enough to defeat him, and wise enough to know how. But most of all, you're brave enough to do this. That's why I love you so much. You never back down from anything."

He looked at her, her brown eyes shining-but for once, not with tears. Harry felt his heart swell, and though he'd never make her a promise he couldn't keep, he could tell her one thing that was true...

"Ginny...I love you," he whispered. She just smiled.

"I know. And for the record," she added, moving closer, leaning her forehead on his, "I love you, too."

And then he kissed her, and all other logical thought was forgotten. For this was a real kiss, one of two lovers united at soul, but apart in body. One that promised that their love would stand the test of time and space-for love always, always prevails.

And I think we all know what happens next. He leaves, finds the Horcruxes, kills Voldemort, comes back, marries her, and they have three kids. So, as you can tell, he changed his mind. All that really happened if you count this into the story is that she understood a lot more while he was gone, and she reacted to him a little differently after the battle. I've been thinking...and this is a very big MAYBE, but I considered doing a one-shot sequel to this...once more, A VERY BIG MAYBE! I probably won't have time. But later...perhaps. I'll be too busy wrapping up The Years Between to do much else.

But thank you to everyone who followed this story, it was so nice to have people review and give me their thoughts. I'd have to agree with most of you and say I ship Ron/Hermione and Harry/Ginny, too, but I can take other opinions as well. The only one I really can't stand is Draco/Hermione and Scorpius/anyone but Rose and Rose/anyone but Scorpius.

Speaking of which...I've had this major obsession over the next generation recently. So I was wondering...does anyone ship Scorpius/Rose? Because they are like my OTP. I CAN'T STAND Scorpius/Lily, it just...ew, no. Honestly, I've never really liked Lily...I just don't know why. But back to the topic. I've been writing a Scorose romance, and I'm about nine chapters in. Nine VERY LONG chapters in. So I was just wondering if anyone would actually like me to publish that, or if it should just be my own private little thing I work on. I'd love to hear all your thoughts, and thanks again for reading (and hopefully reviewing) my story.

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