Cass looked from one to the other - they thought it was better to lie about fucking than tell that truth? Though the way Pansy was looking it was a lie she probably wanted to be true.
'So one, why the lie, Harry?' he asked, looking at him. 'I mean, I understand not telling me, but lying about fucking her and living here instead of just correcting me? Why?'
'Secondly, how much of not fucking is Harry not getting a clue?' he asked Pansy, smirking at her. 'He's the most clueless person in the world, but I'm not,' he said, taking her chin and rising it.
'How about I'll keep you entertained until he decides not fucking isn't fun and asks to join,' he suggested with a smirk, though with that blush, Harry was adorable.
He chose not to comment on her relationship with her mother, and the things she'd dealt with, but distracting her instead. He knew that the way he squeezed her hand told her that he was there if she needed him.
'And you know that if you wanted a body-guard you should have just asked. I'd have moved in in a heartbeat for you, darling.'