“Oh, yeah…right,” Harry said, trying to imagine it. As he did, Dean and Ron’s words were coming out of the mouths of Lavender and Parvati and Ginny and Hermione. It just didn’t…work. They couldn’t possibly talk like that, right?
“Well, maybe you could just…tell me about it?” Harry didn’t think reading the book was a good idea. It would likely be slow until it got way too…distracting. He looked down at his tight shorts with worry.
“I don’t think so,” he admitted. “It was nice…comfortable…but exciting…” Harry shrugged, getting a little embarrassed. “I…” He blushed looking at Hermione. “Do you…I mean…should we really be talking about this?”