"So, I should think about my cooking as a potion," she mused, taking another lick of her ice cream. "I wasn't really ace in potions, but that was more than likely my dislike of Professor Snape."
Hannah was utterly clueless that she was doing anything wrong or anything that could possibly be thought of as sexual. She wasn't even thinking about that until she thought about the Valentine's comment Neville had made. She pushed the thought aside. She was used to not having a boyfriend anyway.