Harry's so wiped out from his day that when he floos home and finds Ginny using a muggle vacuum, singing at the top of her lungs and wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts, he thinks he might be hallucinating - albeit pleasantly. Because there's no doubt Ginny prancing about in his shirt, hair fiery and flowing around her shoulders while she sways her hips to some old wizarding hit is a favored fantasy.
But Ginny turns over her shoulder and very quickly assures Harry of her realness when she runs her fingers through his hair and snogs the life out of him, vacuum still loud in the background. Not that Harry much cares when her tongue is doing that.
She pulls away all too soon for Harry's tastes, flicking off the vacuum just as it sucks up the corner of the rug. When she stands, Harry refocuses his gaze as she grins at him, "You'll never guess my news!"
Harry watches as she bounces a bit on her toes - distractingly so - and sighs as he scrunches his eyes closed, "I'm going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else."