"Happy Birthday, Savior-of-the-World," Ginny whispered, holding a large but neatly wrapped package in her arms.
"Gin!" Harry yelped, pulling his sheets up to his chin. "What are you doing in here? I'm not wearing anything!"
She smirked. "I really needed to know that, Harry."
"Shut up," he grumbled. "And turn your back for a minute while I get dressed. Wait – hold on a second – where's Ron?"
"In my room," she replied, grinning. "With Hermione."
Harry sighed exasperatedly. "How long have you been here?"
"About midnight last night," she said, her grin growing wider.
Harry put his head in his hands. "I don't want to know," he decided at last. "Now turn around." He quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt and got out of bed.
"Now you can wish me a happy birthday," he said, holding out his arms. She gently placed the package down on the floor and then flung herself into his arms.
"Happy birthday," Ginny murmured before kissing him fiercely.