He reached back, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. I don't want to be just your friend! he wanted to exclaim, but he couldn't. If an apology from him, however badly he had mucked it up, made her look like that...no. She needed someone who could make her happy. He was shite at that kind of thing, as he had proven time and time again.
"Yeah," he said gruffly, finally giving in to the urge to rake his hand through his hair. It was an awful habit, one that he had picked up from James years before, but it was such a part of who he was that he barely noticed it anymore. He noticed a lot when he was around her, though. "Friends." He inhaled sharply.
"So. How were your classes today? Snape leaving you alone, or do I have to pull my light saber on him?