Harry stumbled, but he did not fall.
Ron, beside him, fared much the same. But before Harry could complain about how unsafe and uncomfortable Portkeys were, a soft body crashed into his arms.
Harry had barely found his footing, and the impact knocked him straight onto the lawn.
Hmm, a faint fragrance. Whoever crashed into me must be a girl. Not as full-figured as Hermione, very petite... This must be...
Harry looked down. Sure enough, Ginny had fallen into his arms, her face as red as her hair. She was looking up at him, and when she saw him looking back, her face turned even redder.
"S-sorry, Harry. I, I was a little slow to react." Ginny sprang up like a little deer, but as she pushed herself up with her hands, she pressed down on Harry's stomach again.
Harry grimaced, but inwardly, he was rather pleased with himself.
Aha, my abs are pretty solid after all.
Unaware that Harry's inward satisfaction outweighed his physical pain, Ginny hurriedly apologized again.
"Ginny, what's wrong with you today? Why are you being so clumsy? And here I thought you'd become a lot more mature and sensible lately." Ron eyed his sister with some suspicion.
Over the holidays, Ginny had been much quieter than before. She often spent time sitting quietly by herself, either reading or writing and drawing in a notebook.
She was completely different from before, which had given Ron the feeling that his little sister was growing up.
But today, his clumsy little sister was back.
Before Ron could finish speaking, Ginny kicked him hard in the shin, making him grimace in pain.
Hmm, my violent little sister is back too.
"Serves you right!" Hermione said, pulling Harry to his feet while giving Ron an enormous eye roll of disdain.