To say Neville's jaw dropped would have been a bit of an understatement. He did well enough not to drop the bloody soup in his lap. "P-pardon?" he asked, gripping his spoon tighter. Harry was taking the piss out of him - he had to be. And touch his food? How in the hell could Neville touch his food now? Harry liked blokes? Exclusively or both? Had it always been blokes and Ginny and Cho were just... for show? Neville shifted a bit and glanced down at his soup. Harry was gay? He registered hearing Harry change the subject, but he couldn't quite take the revelation in. Is this how Parvati had felt when he told her?
"You're serious?" he ventured, not sure if he wasn't Harry to be telling the truth or not. He wasn't sure if it made sense or not, really. Neville hadn't ever really thought of dating and relationships until Mathers - maybe Harry hadn't really been that into Ginny and Neville hadn't paid enough attention to notice - which was likely. He had a hard enough time trying not to trip. Still, he wasn't that terrible of a mate not to notice something that important, right? (Never mind that Harry obviously hadn't noticed about him.)