"I...er...yeah, sorry..." Harry fumbled sheepishly, not knowing that Marcus was standing on the other side of that camera lense. He ran a hand through his windswept, messy hair, starting to think that this had been a bad idea. "Look, I thought he might be awake, since his club is open late. I'm sorry if I disturbed anyone..."

With that he turned to go, mumbling to himself about what a stupid idea it was, how idiotic he was for allowing Ginny to talk him into going there. As she said, Marcus Flint could have anyone he wanted. Sure, they had shared a damn good snog that probably would have ended with more if they hadn't been interrupted. But then again, Ginny had also kissed him. Maybe he just liked snogging, that didn't mean anything.