Harry decided that the best course of action would be to ignore Roger's teasing, otherwise he might find himself throwing himself into Roger's lap and ruining their friendship. And the friendship was more important than anything else, and he knew Roger was just trying to make sure Harry didn't take himself too seriously. So he just arched a brow at Roger, and said. "I'm sure you do.
"You'll be back out there soon enough," Harry told him, knowing it was true. There weren't many injuries that could keep a Quidditch player out for very long. "It can't be any worse than a stakeout. In fact, I'd go as far to say as it'd be twenty times better than a stakeout. So, let's do it sometime. Before it gets too cold though."
He sighed, not wanting to talk about Malfoy of all people. "He's a shite, that much hasn't changed." He noticed the time, and hadn't realized he'd been here so long. "I should get going, let you rest."