Ginny laughed and muttered something about him being cheeky under her breath as she shook her head slightly. The comment about their wedding night made her turn to give him a suggestive smile. "If I recall, this step was followed by something loads more fun than a shower." She winked at him, sliding the ridiculous sleeves off her arms and peeling the dress away from her. She was left in a strapless bra (ironically, the one from her wedding) which looked like it had seen better days, the dress pooled at her waist. Once the zip was all the way down, she groped until she was able to grab hold of Harry's shoulders and use him to steady herself as she literally climbed out of the thing, leaving it standing on it's own a little flopped over. Her knickers were a bit dingy as well, though in better shape than the bra.
Her own shape was much different than that of the 18 year old who Harry had last seen. The redhead had the soft middle of a woman who had borne three children, stretchmarks and everything. While she was a far cry from plump, she had rounded edges now that only echoed the trim figure of her Quidditch days.
"Okay. I'll be back in two shakes." She said, giving Harry a quick kiss on the lips before darting up the stairs.