Harry had only meant that sometimes when Ginny got an idea into her head, or started doing something for someone, she often tended to get rather consumed in it and sometimes forgetful of her own needs and wishes. She was one of the most generous people he knew and he loved her for it.
"Really?" He asked, not able to keep the surprise off his face at her idea. He sat back, a piece of egg dangling precariously from his fork as he pondered the idea. "Yeah....yeah, I would really like that. I mean, it's where it all happened, isn't it? It's where my parents lived and died, it's where Dumbledore lived...I don't deny I feel a connection to the place. It'd be nice, being that close to them..." He trailed off, his thoughts going to his parents' grave in that little cemetary, that cold night on Christmas eve when he'd visited them with Hermione. How, at the time, he'd wanted nothing more than to be asleep with them beneath the snow. He swallowed thickly and forced a smile. "It's a brilliant idea, Ginny."