Harry & Ginny (end of the night)
Harry looked down at the glass, her smile, feeling a warm rush of tenderness. "Look at you, taking care of me," he said, his voice soft. Some attempt at a filter kicked in moments too late and he cleared his throat.
"I did alright at this one though, yeah?" He grinned, well aware that his flushed cheeks and the way his mouth missed the straw on his first attempt were signs enough that he had made a proper night of it.