Dapple early morning sunlight percolated across the bedspread and around the room, the glare just strong enough to feel as though it was stabbing into his eyes; sunrise was arriving earlier and earlier as these late spring days grew steadily longer. Turning over on the mattress, Harry took a moment to bask in Ginny, still slumbering away. Her nightdress still rested high over her hips, and part of the bodice still hung loose, revealing a decently curved and firm breast. He smiled goofily at the memory of them furiously bucking against each other last night, even as she had pleaded with him to be quiet.