Ginny shakily stepped out of the bathroom, plotting revenge, and precisely one hour later, they made polite excuses, said their goodbyes, and Apparated home. The moment they appeared in the living room, Harry gave her a worried look, clearly not knowing whether she intended to hex him or kiss him.
She smiled her most reassuring smile and opted for the latter. She intertwined her fingers into his hair and pressed the back of his head, pulling him down for a kiss. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, tasting wine and the lingering reminder of his earlier activities. His hands flew to her hair, trying in vain to release her locks from the twist, but eventually he gave up, and relaxed into the kiss. Sucker, she thought fondly.
She pulled back, took a moment to graze her teeth over his bottom lip and then, separating herself from the succulent flesh with difficulty, took his hand, and guided him towards their bedroom.