It took every bit of Terry's self-restraint--which, as one could guess, wasn't that much, but the effort counted, one supposed--not to simply blurt out a proposition to slip into the closet and shag like otters.
Maybe she was coming around to the fact that Harry was possibly gay and only wanted her because she was girl-Ron. And Harry was gay for Ron. Which didn't mean he wasn't righteously awesome, but did mean that he should give Ginny up for a guy who liked the honeypots, ifyaknowhaddhemeans.
Terry put his hand on her hip. "We wouldn't stop for days," he said in what he was sure was a raspy, oh so hot growl, but he wasn't fully sure because he decided to go for it and moved his hand up her stomach in the hopes of giving her boobs a handshake, Boot-style. Even if she jerked back or slapped him or both (because she could so do both at once), it was worth a try.