They stayed in that position for a while longer, breathing heavily until Ginny groaned and pushed back harshly. Harry took the hint, sliding out of her. He let himself fall backwards on the bed, but not before he grabbed Ginny around the waist, and pulled her on top of him. They landed down awkwardly in a tangle of limbs. Ginny still had the energy to laugh as she squirmed and wriggled until she turned and managed to drape her body over Harry's, looking up at him and supporting her weight on her elbows that dug sharply into Harry's chest.
"See? I am fun when I'm drunk," she said happily.
Reluctant to deny that, but not willing to agree with it, Harry gripped her upper arms and pulled her towards him for a kiss. She went willingly, pressing her lips to his and promptly sliding her tongue into his mouth, demonstrating that she still had quite a bit of energy left. She pulled back after a couple of breathless moments, and looked at him with warm brown eyes.
Staring at them, Harry suddenly felt extremely guilty. "I really am sorry," he said quietly. "I mean, I don't mind when you go out without me. I just prefer to go with you. Because I prefer to be with you rather than without you."
Ginny smiled blindingly and kissed him lightly once more. "I know that. That's why I'm not taking you seriously." She giggled.
Harry looked heavenward, trying not to smile. "You know what? We'll have this conversation when you sober up."
Ginny buried her head in the crook of his neck and yawned widely. "We'll forget about this in the morning. It will have to wait until next time you have a fit," she murmured against his neck in a muffled voice.
"I didn't have a fit!" Harry argued indignantly.
Ginny sighed and then snored loudly against his neck.
"Oh, come on. You're not sleeping already." Harry shook her in vain — she didn't budge, but insisted to be dead weight on top of him. "Tease." Harry smiled, kissing the top of her head.
Harry struggled to pull his pyjamas over his hips and then to cover them both with a wrinkled sheet. When he finally managed it, he settled back on the pillows, wrapping his arms firmly around his girlfriend.
As Ginny's breathing deepened, after she truly fell asleep, Harry promised himself for the umpteenth time not to cause another silly argument between them. Sadly, he knew in advance that he wouldn't stay true to that promise. But, perhaps, he concluded eventually, those silly explosive arguments that always ended up with even more explosive make up sex, were just another fun part of dating Ginny Weasley.