Ginny was happy at least to see that Harry sounded slightly nervous too, she didn't really know what had gotten into her. She had been with Dean at the beginning of that ptevious year, and then there had been all the things between her and Luna... But she was no longer Dean's girlfriend, nor had she been with Luna in a while since she had dated Harry. Ginny hadn't trusted herself to sleep with him, but Harry actually hadn't really tried. Just lots of snogging, and they had exchanged hand jobs that one night after dinner in the room of requirement...
Shaking her head slightly as age shook away these thoughts of their past, aginny forced herself to turn and look at him. She might have let her long, lusterous red hair toss a little more than she should have. She knew Harry liked the smell, her hair had just dried from the bath. "You sound like Ron." she smiled, "boys never gain weight," she chided. "Lucky for me I rarely do either, I think it's Qudfitch training." This was safe territory, Quidditch.
"Not really," she shrugged, "I don't normally sleep too well, I have... Nightmares," she sighed, realizing she had never told him this.