Ginny moved to the other side of the bed, sitting on top of the covers and leaning against the headboard. She took his hand and looked at him. "You know, my mum used to tell me stories about 'The Boy Who Lived' when I was a kid. It's hard sometimes for me to believe that you are the same boy." She smiled, "However you are that same boy who made me so nervous I put my elbow in the butter dish. I blame my brothers for that one. I should have at least been warned that you were here."
She smiled and looked down at him, "Ron teased me so much about that. He'd probably still be teasing me, well." She shook her head, "Fred and George too, for that matter."