Harry scowled at her. "Right, because telling you I don't want to snog you in the middle of not trying to die because I might not even be around means that you should run off and snog the first face you find. How many have you brought in here, anyway? Was there a queue?" Harry wondered if the other blokes had been up here. If there were other girls. If Ginny had just been mucking around with him in the first place, which hurt. Or would when he was less angry about it. "Forget it, do what you want. Let me know when it's my turn in the line again, I'll give over my spot to someone else. Should I put up fliers about it to see who's interested?"
She'd been kissing Capper. Really kissing Capper. Harry threw the other girl a hard look and then shook his head, fingers unconsciously clenching at his pocket for a second, where the stupid locket was well wrapped and held. "Fine." He turned to leave. Let them snog. He didn't care. Sod Ginny anyway.