Harry was a little surprised how readily Ginny deepened the kiss. Actually, he was a little surprised by how readily he deepened the kiss. His tongue gently met hers and brushed against it. One arm moved around Ginny’s back to hold her closer as the kissed.
His lips took Ginny’s lover one between them and sucked lightly before pulling at it and letting it slip free. He didn’t stop kissing her, moving to do the same to Ginny’s upper lip. Softly, he rubbed the small of Ginny’s back as the kissed.
Taking a deep breath through his nose, Harry gave in completely an pushed his tongue deeper into Ginny’s mouth. He could smell her hair and that perfume that she loved that she didn’t wear nearly enough for Harry’s taste. He remembered why he’d wanted to be with her.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled back and looked at Ginny questioningly. He was suddenly very thankful for the mistletoe and found that Hermione was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.