"I thought I did, too..." Harry admitted with a sigh, pushing a hand through his messy hair. "And I did genuinely care about Ginny, just not...in the 'right' way." He stared hard at his knees, picking at a loose thread in his denims. "You're the first person I've ever told. I didn't mean to ever keep it a secret. It's just...with the War and everything, it never came up and there never seemed an appropriate time. I didn't really think it was a big deal."
He frowned, finally unbending his legs and picking his plate back up, fiddling with one of the remaining cream cheese wantons.
"But now...it's like this big secret, and I don't really want it to be." He bit his lower lip, worrying it over with his teeth as he glanced back up at Neville. "I'm sorry that other people, including me, had to find out about you this way. I'm sure you would have rather done it your own way, if at all. And...I'm sorry I never knew, and never told you about me. I feel daft."