Harry caught the doubtful look on Ron's face and looked away, fidgeting nervously. He wasn't sure if Ron could tell he was lying - or rather, diverting. He hoped not.
".... I don't really know," Harry admitted. "I just know she has them. She's mentioned them. I don't - I don't ask." He looked uncomfortable. "You know. The last while-" Four years, more like. "When she was doing Quidditch and all, I barely saw her. Didn't really want to talk about that sort of thing." Especially since she'd ask him if he dreamt, too.