"It's okay, Neville." Harry said softly, not needing to catch his friend's nervous looks to know what he might be going through. A blush crept into his cheeks and he forced himself to meet Neville in the eyes. "We...play for the same team." Okay, that just sounded stupid. He rolled his eyes then offered a sheepish grin. "I mean, I like blokes too."
He'd never told anyone before; even the fact that he already knew Neville fancied men didn't stop him from being a little nervous. No one had ever asked, but over the years it had gone from a secrecy of convenience to once he just didn't know what to do with. He shrugged then and looked down at Neville's soup; he hadn't touched it.
"Y'know I'm going to be really tempted to hex you if you don't eat, yeah? I mean, I did go to all that trouble." He pointed out with a little grin, changing the subject entirely. "I'll hand feed you if I have to! Hogwarts Express noises and all."