Harry's brow was sweaty she noted, probably from nightmares he had been having. Ginny knew all about nightmares. Voldemort had given her quiet a few over the years. She brushed a stray lock of hair away from his forehead and smiled down at him and the sweet way he said her name, fairly sure he was still asleep.
Moving her pink lips to his, she kissed him gently, hoping to wake him up slowly. "I'm here," she whispered and waited for his eyes to open