At those words Ginny rose up onto her knees, then feet, carefully spinning around to face Harry as bubbles slid along her skin to rejoin the others in the tub. "Surprising. I figured you'd go for the tub." she told him, reaching up to tug out the ponytail holder she had used to keep her hair out of her face.
That had been on purpose. Harry's love for her was about equal with that of her chest.