Harry lay on the warm grass, an restless uneasiness growing ever stronger within him that the languid day did nothing to change.

A soft footstep near his head caused him to roll onto this back and look up. Up, drinking in the shapely leg, the curves only half hidden by the black robe, past the full, sensuous lips, to the shining, flame-red, hair cascading down her shoulders.

"Well, HELLo Ginny," breathed Harry.. "You really are all grown up, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes," she replied, smiling knowingly.
        
And with that – and some other mystical actions – Ginny enchanted the legendary Harry Potter.