He was the best bet? Harry ruminated on this for several moments. He was her boyfriend, he supposed, but they'd hardly had a conventional relationship. And neither one of them seemed really inclined to bother the other with their feelings - at least, not the unpleasant ones. He supposed it wasn't a particularly healthy attitude but to Harry, being with Ginny was often a welcome, warm escape from worry. That is, when he wasn't worrying about her.
The recollection of their picnic on the sitting room floor had Harry smiling faintly. "She was all right, actually," Harry murmured distantly. "She didn't seem like she was feeling too ill."
He traced his fingers along the edge of the cushion, pursing his lips. He wondered if it was wrong to use his concern for Ginny to avoid talking about his own problems?
What problems? half of his brain insisted. Exactly, sighed the other half.