Harry laughed as Ginny stuck her tongue out at him. That was the girl that he knew. “Well, I’m not the one with Harpies boxers on.” He smirked at her.
Shifting about, Harry got comfortable and discovered that he was very close to Ginny. Between the cocoa, the fire and the proximity to the redhead, Harry found that he wasn’t feeling very cold at the moment.
“Happy Christmas,” Harry responded softly, raising his mug and taking a sip. The warm drink felt wonderful as it went down.
“She did.” He turned to Ginny. “She can make things pretty.” It took him a moment before he realized how that could be taken. He found that even if it was taken that far, he didn’t disagree. Far from it…