Ginny wasn't stopping for anything. It had been, at a minimum, eight weeks since Harry had touched her and she felt sure it had been at least ten since they had shagged. She knew from the signals in her body that things were going to be a little off, but she kept going determined to at least manage to give Harry what he needed.
Her knees were beginning to hurt and she was covered in sweat, practically gasping for air, but she didn't stop even as her body began to tighten like a spring and she felt the first threads of her orgasm begin spreading along her body. All Ginny could really do what hope Harry wasn't far behind.