His fingers brushed her just so and she gasped, her hips bucking again, desperate for more. More friction. More of him. Just more. Words were lost on her lips though she was making satisfied moans and whines.
They were certainly past the awkwardness of their clumsy, teenaged fumbling and pawing. There might be distance and time working against them, but they'd become so in-tuned with one another that all of that melted away when they were together. Ginny felt safe with Neville in a way that she wasn't sure she would ever feel with anyone else. All defenses came down and she could loose herself with him. She trusted him more than anyone else.