Neville swallowed. "I mean..." he said, stammering a little before he got a hold of himself. He met Ginny's eyes, doing his best to ignore her mother's horrified gaze.
"I mean, not right now, obviously..." he said, trying to figure out the expression on her face. He couldn't tell what she thought, at all. "I'd have to save some money, and that." It wasn't as though he had even a room to offer, and it didn't seem fair that they should be kept apart for such a silly reason as real estate. He knew this wasn't how he'd wanted this conversation to go, but he'd been thinking about it for a while, and only hadn't mentioned it yet because Ginny seemed so happy in her parents' house. Now might not be the perfect moment, but it was better than being yelled at. "Something small, maybe. We could rent something."
He bit his lip and wiped his now-sweaty hands on his trousers. "If you want," he added, lamely.