"Nutjob? Nah, I think it's brilliant! There's nothing wrong with being ahead of the curve, after all." Harry reassured Jack, wondering if it would be weird of him to ask the tall wizard to wear the hat all night. He suddenly remembered the conversation about 'types' he'd had with Neville that night; about how they both liked taller blokes. Jack certainly fit that bill, though his physical appearance hadn't been what drew Harry to the artist.
A crimson blush burned into Harry's cheeks as Jack put everything in blunt terms, his eyes widening a bit as he referred to Romilda as Harry's girlfriend. Shit.
"My 'girlfriend' left for a few hours," He started, the faintest of smiles tugging at his lips. "And she's not my girlfriend. She's a friend, and my flatmate. She's one of only two people that knows I fancy blokes." He sighed softly, his hand coming up to rest on top of Jack's, which was still pressed against his shoulder oh-so-gently. He gave it a little squeeze. "You're the first bloke I've been interested in enough to ask out. I'm sorry if I seem like a complete prat, I've really no idea what I'm doing." He admitted, grinning a tiny bit at the last. "I just know that I fancy you, and I want to get to know you better." He shrugged, blushing deeper as he averted his gaze nervously.