From amid his paperwork, Harry vaguely registered the sound of a door slamming in the hallway, and a faint huff. Slowly, blearily, he lifted his head and gazed towards the door through which he knew Ginny would soon arrive; she did shortly after. Her clothes were dripping, and her hair hung in clumps.
"It's wet out there," she announced. Harry snorted in tired amusement, and bent back down to his paperwork. Her footsteps receded into the hallway once again as he forced his attention back to his writing.
As he heard Ginny coming back downstairs, Harry sighed heavily and pushed his paperwork away. Placing his hands flat on the table, he pushed himself onto his feet, staggered across the room, and flopped heavily onto the settee, where he waited, barely awake, for Ginny to come in. Soon, he felt another body land beside him, and stretched his arm around her, pulling her head into his shoulder.
"You okay?" he grunted.
"Yeah…" Ginny yawned as she replied. Her body next to his was warm and comforting; her jumper under his hand was soft and pleasant. He was lost in the sensation of just being there with her as they half-sat, half-lay together. He opened his eyes a little and leaned down to kiss her temple.
"Wait… Is that my jumper?"
"No…?" murmured Ginny as she burrowed her face deep into his chest.