As Ginny's hands encircled her butterbeer, she had to let out a genuine laugh. Ron could be so... well, Ron. He was pretty much his own adjective. Ginny shook her head, "I think a meal and a public flogging would definitely appease me, not sure about Hermione."
The sparkle in Ginny's eye clearly indicated she was joking. She looked to the other brown eyed girl.
"If you two want to be alone, then I can always... there is plenty of things I could do at home," Ginny said plainly. She'd remembered the times Ron had butted in when Ginny wanted to be alone with a boy. Actually, at those times she had already been quite alone and attatched to their lips, before Ron could interrupt. She tried not to laugh thinking of this.