Harry woke, much later, to rain drumming on the roof of the shed and an ominous roll of thunder in the distance. The candles had gone, and it was very cold. Sleepily he reached for his wand and cast a warming charm on his cloak before drawing it over them both. Ginny was shaking, he realised, her fists clenched, and he could hear her murmuring unintelligibly over the echo of the rain. Carefully he pulled her closer, drawing her into the circle of his arms, and in sleep she turned towards him, whimpering a little.
"Shhh..." he whispered. "It's all right. I've got you."