Ginny laughed, rolling her yes. "I know you too well for that innocent look to work on me, Harry Potter, and you know it." She nudged him playfully. "Don't worry, I won't say a word. Your secret denim fetish is safe with me. I'm not sure anyone else would understand."
She laughed again, leaning against Neville as he wrapped an arm tighter around her waist. "That's why I said I wasn't going the subtle route. It'll be much easier asking if people have donated, and if they haven't escorting them to the donation counter."
She returned Harry's hug, thinking that it had been so long ago that a young girl had dreamed of marrying him. She'd been young and silly then, and knew that they'd never have worked. She looked at Neville and thought again that she was lucky to have finally woken up and seen what was right in front of her.
"Thanks Harry," she said, glaring playfully at him. "Of course he hasn't lost his mind. And you'd better come up with a better present than that, or I'll step up my Harry in drag plans."