Ginny sighed, a little exasperated. "It wasn't like I was dead, Harry. I was just... taking a nap that was a bit uncalled for." Or I passed out, but sure. She motioned up and down his figure with her free hand, "And look at you. You're in one piece. You're okay." She took the free hand and motioned to herself. She was sure she was scratched up. Probably had bags under her eyes and bruises--she hadn't checked, but maybe for the moment it was best. "And I'm all right too."
She finally dared to look up into his green eyes, mesmerized by the way the moonlight danced in them.