Harry looked up from his close examination of Mandy's eyes and blinked. "Draco's too busy planning the first year's swirly party to bother with us. Besides, I suspect Goyle tired him out."
He snuggled her against him and sighed. "Probably. I'm sure I'm being hunted for something, and no, I don't have a complex. And it's nearly dinner anyway. But maybe we can - do you want to go flying tomorrow?"