Harry & Ginny (end of the night)
"Me? Whatever are you talking about?" Ginny laughed. "This was all Ron. I just showed up." A kind, warm smile settled on her lips despite her joke. She leaned against him, offering the glass of water in her hand. She'd even stuck a straw in it knowing that he'd suffer a lack of hand-eye coordination. It seemed a much nicer idea to give him a little hand that way.
"You're always quite terrible at parties. Someone has to make sure you're surrounded by your mates occasionally. Save you from yourself and all that."