Harry was laughing so hard he had to tighten his arms around Polly to make sure he didn't drop her as she continued to beat his chest with her little fists. "Ron I think Hermione prefers your balls exactly where they are and if you hug Pansy while muddy I can't guaranatee they'll stay there." He warned him. "And I won't help you I'll just stand and laugh and help Polly get even more mud on herself." He added just to irritate Pansy.
"Watch that look," he then warned Ron. "That's the look she had before she decided I wasn't capable of shopping for my own clothes." He paused, "Though it was nice not having to go shopping." He still felt he could have worn one of the robes Malfoy got him for his birthday though.
Grinning at Pansy he shook his head, "Clothes bad, clothes very very bad. Clothes don't love me." He then winked at Ron and told Polly. "Now Polly don't listen to your Mum, shopping is not fun. Especially shopping for clothes. Much better to just wear denims all the time." He laughed as Polly started chewing on his jumper again. "See she likes my jumpers best anyway. Definitely chews on them enough." Harry commented.
Laughing, more at Ron's embarrassment than anything else he shrugged, "I'm all for it. Our little Ronny needs to be taught how to socialize." He pretended to wipe a tear from his eyes, "Fred and George will be so happy to know you're growing up." Harry teased him.
And if it meant Pansy was distracted from trying to give him flirting lessons all the better.