"Yeah. Me neither. The hat was pretty hung up on me at first, though. I didn't want to be in Slytherin, so it didn't put me there." Harry shrugged, smiling wryly. "I guess I'm a manipulative prat underneath it all."
He didn't think he was, but during his second year he'd worried about it. Now he just thought maybe it was one more thing linking him to Voldemort, and that was why the hat thought he was a Slytherin. Or that the house divisions were rubbish, if people would just not pay as much attention to them.
He was about to pull the cloak around himself when suddenly Ginny was there, kissing him, and Harry froze, eyes widening comically behind his spectacles.
Harry didn't have a very varied kissing background. And most of it had gone badly. Plus this was Ginny, who made him an idiot on a regular basis just by being pretty and fun. It took him a full beat to even kiss back, and then when he did it was hesitant. It wasn't that he didn't want to kiss her - but there were loads of reasons why he shouldn't.
At the moment being bollocks at snogging was fairly far toward the top of the list.
He broke away after a moment, cheeks hot. "Ermm. . ."