Drunk
Harry focused all his attention on Ginny, and the way her breath hitched as he skimmed his fingers along her hips. Mouth tingling with the heat of the liquor he'd consumed, he pressed his lips against the soft column of her neck. It was dark in the room they'd snuck away to, but he had spent days memorizing her freckles, and with every kiss he imagined that he was connecting each and every one. Ginny arched against him, trailing her fingers down his back, letting out a soft moan that made him shiver in turn. Harry wasn't so drunk anymore.