When he finally moved, Ginny gave a faint noise at the loss of him within her and the odd emptiness that followed. But she turned instantly when his arms went around her and snuggled close as her hand found his side and continued it's slow circling motions. Words seemed overrated right now, when they could just relax in the meaningful silence and the warmth they'd created between them. Instead Ginny pulled back just enough to look into Harry's eyes. Her fingers came up, brushing back some of his dark hair, fingers trailing down over his cheek as her lips curved up in a slow, happy smile. There was no point in saying how amazing he was, how good it had been, how incredible really, not when it was all in her eyes. Speaking might break the spell, she thought.
She yawned just slightly, suddenly feeling sleepy, and then laughed very softly. It was dinner time and yet all she really wanted was to curl up with Harry and sleep for a bit.