Harry wondered if Ginny might be mad at him. Was it about the stairs on Christmas? Was she mad that he had almost kissed her? Ginny and Dean were together so maybe she was mad about it. That didn't make him feel good…
"Things?" he prompted, wondering if she would actually answer. The way Ginny's hair caught the sunlight made it hard to be around her. It was too hard not to think of her as what he wanted her to be instead of what she was; his friend and Dean's girlfriend. Just the though of him made his chest tighten reflexively.
Stepping in, he paused to look between the two benches. Should he sit across from her or beside her? She patted the seat beside her but did that mean she wanted him to sit there or was it just a generic invitation? Why was he feeling so indecisive and insecure?
Harry took long enough that the pause was pretty awkward. Sitting on the bench next to her, Harry left some space between them. "Thanks."