'Yes, Susan,' he said with a crooked smile. 'She's a great friends, Pans. One who knows what's wrong,' he added with a slight sigh. Because in the end of it that was a difference. Pansy knew, sure, but Harry didn't.
'Pansy...' He hesitated for a moment, biting his lip. 'I don't know if I can,' he then said finally. 'Harry doesn't know about me and Percy, he wouldn't know what was wrong and I'm not sure I'm up to par with pretending that nothing is,' he said, though he assumed it wouldn't be impossible for him to pretend to just be afraid of Polly. Oddly enough though, he wasn't any more. At least not at the thought of her. Maybe it was just because he was too filled up with emotions to feel any more of them?
'And as nice as your offer is, I couldn't stay. Susan would grow worried,' he said half jokingly, though there were other things holding him there. Not bringing Pansy and Harry to Rodolphus attention for one. His mother's cat, whom he'd been to get when finding out she was kidnapped was another. Yet neither of these reason were reasons he could give to Pansy.