Harry blushed. He would have loved to sleep in the same bed as Ginny. It was a dangerous proposition any day. Christmas morning they would have surly been discovered by people putting presents at the foot of the beds.
His eyes went wide as Ginny’s fingers brushed his flaccid length through his jeans. He kept his eyes on his plate. Had she done it on purpose or had it been an accident. For Merlin’s sake, everyone was around the table! This was such a bad idea.
In just his socks, Harry’s foot found her calf and lightly stroked it. If Ginny was going to tease him, two could play at that game! Holding her offending hand tightly, Harry moved it slightly away from the slight swell in his jeans.