Harry shrugged. His compliment wasn't exactly taken as he intended it. Merlin, he was bad at this. At least he wasn't as bad as he used to be. Thinking back to trying to get a date for the Yule Ball made him want to curl up in ball and die! He'd much rather face a hundred Death Eaters than go through that again.
"I guess. I just...had a good time?" he offered, wondering if that sounded better.
Harry was about to correct her when she went left instead of right. That corridor...where the bloody hell did that come from? Harry was certain it wasn't there when he was at Hogwarts...
Following along, he was distracted by his hand in hers. He felt warm and tingly and it felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. His mind was already spinning about what to do when they got back to Gryffindor Tower.