Harry looked after him. "The prat spends ALL his time with two hulking guys, has no female companionship - other than Parkinson and the jury's still out on if she's a girl or not - and wonders why gay jokes come to mind." He shook his head. "Denial is a Malfoy stock in trade, I guess."
He turned back to her. "Sorry - I didn't hex him, which is progress, right? So back to business."
He moved to half-lie against the tree and tugged her gently to join her, sliding his arm around her. "I can't believe you like me - you know, like that."