"No, for actually...I dunno, having the courage to be with someone? To let someone that close?" Harry elaborated, avoiding Neville's gaze. "Besides, no one's ever shown the least bit of interest in me. I'm either entirely unattractive to every bloke in the world, or people assume they know enough about me to think they know my sexuality."
Harry shrugged, shoving another biscuit whole into his mouth. Mrs. Weasley really did make excellent biscuits.
"Well, who's to say she has to know, anyway? I doubt it'd come up unless I happen to meet someone." He brushed some crumbs off the front of his shirt, pursing his lips. "So how are things going over here?"