Harry & Ginny (end of the night)
Harry angled himself toward her, propping an elbow on the top of the sofa cushions. He smiled blearily – at the hand on his knee, at the compliment, at Ginny generally. "You know I'm going to be expecting this every year now, yeah? Surprise and all." He sucked up some more water, nodding a little as he swallowed. "I'll pretend to be shocked."