Harry blushed as Ginny lathered his back with a sponge, her chest fitting perfectly with his. He had never bathed with a girl before (excluding Moaning Myrtle, but Harry didn't really think she counted), and he was enjoying every second of it. Nearly all the bubbles had popped by now, and the two were almost ready to step out and wrap towels around each other.

"Harry," said Ginny, smiling. "Do you remember when we were in Hogwarts?"

"Of course," said Harry. That was a silly question. How could he possibly forget?

"No," she said. "I mean, when I was just beginning to attend?"

"Definitely," said Harry. "I saved your life that year, didn't I?"

"Mmm-Hmm," she hummed, continuing to scrub him tenderly. "I never forgot that."

It was a simple conversation, yet an entirely poignant one. Harry immediately understood what Ginny was getting at. She had loved him for a long time.
Stepping out of the bath, they slipped into bathrobes and headed upstairs. This was the part of the night that made Harry shake with anxiety. What if he made love to her incorrectly? Was that even possible? He didn't know.

This was going to be interesting.