Harry looked like he was about to flail and panic. His eyes looked apologetic and so the sorrys followed immediatly after he made contact with the heat of her sex through their clothing. She smiled at him and shook her head, tutting softly before moving back to kiss his mouth again, spreading her legs so he was between them fully.
Panting, Ginny broke the kiss and he looked away. This time she ground herself up against him, "its alright, Harry," she whispered, brushing a lock of messy ebony hair out of his face. She smiled and kissed him along his jaw line to his ear and whispered there, "I'm excited too."