Harry never knew these days if some food he offered her was going to make her happy or make her want to puke. He was glad it made her happy and he held the cupcake higher, smiling.
"I know," he said with a smile. He was feeling a lot better now that he had this morning. The hangover was faded. The party the night before had been a little too wild for Harry. He'd come home, crawled into bed drunk, and started begging Ginny to show him her breasts while declaring his love and crying...