"Hey, I only vaguely resemble Mum on very rare occasions," Ginny said teasingly, though her expression grew solemn as she turned to sit beside Bill. Shifting a bit closer until her shoulder bumped his, Ginny gave a soft sigh. "There are other things besides potions or firewhiskey that help you sleep... some certain teas, for example." She paused, and then admitted quietly, "I know what you mean about the nightmares, though. I have them too." She didn't know what she'd have done, if she didn't have Harry to wake up next to when the nightmares came in the middle of the night. It was the heat of his body and the weight of his arm around her that calmed her breathing and slowed her racing heart. She couldn't say that to Bill, though, not with... well, who he'd lost.