"We're beginning to have a number of those," Harry teased, though the idea of having 'dirty little secrets' with Roger was more appealing than it should be. "People might start talking."
Harry rolled his eyes when the witches looked away again, though he wondered what sorts of stories they'd be telling their friends later. Embellished ones most likely, about that rude Quidditch Star and Harry Potter. Price of fame, for both of them.
Roger's words caused Harry's face to flame bright red as the implications became clear. "Um, no, I think I'll stick with Roger," he said after a moment, and struggled not to wonder who had called Roger Daddy. "Um, no, just satisfying. It's something I'd been working on for the better part of the last six months, on and off. Can't really say much else." He glanced meaningfully around at the people, some of whom were pretending very hard not to be listening.