"I admire you," Harry said sith a sigh, resting his chin on the top of a drawn up knee. "I'd ask what it'd like, y'know, being intimate with someone, but I don't want to freak you out." He flashed a grin, helping himself to one of Mrs. Weasley's biscuits.
"Mm, I know. But...the unknown is always sort of scary, it's easy to assume the worst." He admitted, holding a biscuit up towards Neville. "Biffcut?"