Harry made a silly face at her, reaffirming his immaturity and refusal to grow up. Even though he wasn't sure he wanted Ginny to hold his hand, he was sure that he didn't want her not to. Great, because that couldn't be complicated. On top of that the thought of her being with someone else... he heaved a sigh, swallowed, and forced himself back in to a calm place.
"Your Mum will have a hippogriff if ANY of us don't pass! Hermione will, of course, but you, Ron, and I are all potentially doomed. Quidditch would be brilliant, perhaps I'll try out just in case. Oliver made it, maybe he can put in a good word for us at Puddlemere United!" The thought of playing pro brightened his mood significantly. "I would play for anyone, really! Well, except the Harpies. Male and all."