It had reminded Harry of how good it had been with him. If anything, it had made the yearning worse. Ginny didn’t mind. She was a daft hand with a strap on and had him moaning in ecstasy almost every night this week. He was so exhausted he could barely keep his eyes open and had ultimately not been up to coming tonight. She had strapped him to the bed with the promise of a great pensieve show in the morning. She had a plan.