Comfort
"Potter."
Harry winced and turned to face his girlfriend. Use of his surname: never good.
"What was that doing on my desk?" Ginny asked, pointing at her feet, where sat a monstrosity of a...brightly coloured egg?
"Easter egg?" Harry offered.
"Yes, and what an aneurism of one," Ginny retorted. "Why though? In October?"
"I thought I'd return your favour from fifth year…since it's that time of the month."
Awkward silence.
"Sweet," Ginny murmured finally, beginning to walk away.
Harry's body sagged in relief.
"But Harry…it's not that time of the month yet," she tossed over her shoulder with a smirk.