Isaac couldn't do anything but agree about Longbottom. He was a decent enough bloke for a former Gryffindor and seemed fair enough. Isaac shrugged, he didn't know what to say.
"It's not all my fault, normal fucking people like to touch and kiss, it's how things are." He rolled his eyes but made no move to touch him. He wanted him but it did no good to actually let himself have him, it would weaken his resolve.
"Tracey. She might be annoyed enough to tell but I think it was probably Lavender. More and more people are finding out and I can't risk Isolde. So what we are going to do is make them think it is over and never speak of it to another person. Ever." He was adamant. No more spilling their secrets and everyone who knew would think they were over. It was easier than worrying about Isolde and her babies.