"A prat, yes. But still prissy." Harry responded, but nodded enthusiastically with the 'I'd date girls' comment. "I hear you on that one, mate. I've never understood why so many gay men insist on speaking with a lisp and being so...so stereotypically flaming! It gives the rest of us a bad name, anyway."
Harry wrinkled his nose. While he really didn't have a problem with the more 'girly' types, he wasn't attracted to them.
"I...I need someone I don't feel the need to protect, y'know?" He sighed softly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. "I've done enough protecting for one life, I need someone stronger than that."
He polished off the rest of his sweet n sour, licking some sauce off a finger as he considered what Parvati said.
"That's all very well and good for you, mate. But Ginny isn't your ex who everyone thought you were going to marry."