For not knowing what to say, Ginny was sure saying a whole lot. Granted, it was a whole lot of nothing… but her saying anything at all was better than the way Harry just stood there and said absolutely nothing at all. She would speak, then she would pause and shift and Harry would only stand there and stare at her. Did he like his hair like that? He preferred it longer, but had kept it shorter because that made him less recognizable. Same with his glasses and the scar, though he was glad to not have to wear those rims over his eyes anymore. And really, he could care less about the scar. Most people cared about that a whole lot more than he did. When he looked at it, it reminded him of his mother. And that was sometimes a good feeling, sometimes a bad one. What room was he? Well, he might have answered, but then she was speaking up again. He didn’t mind at all. Her brother was here – yeah, Harry had spoken with Percy. He’d seen him outside of Malfoy’s room. Draco had told her about him being here? Well, that figured.
When she was finally through speaking, Harry was quiet a few more seconds to make sure she didn’t have anything else to say before he cleared his throat and lowered his eyes down between them, looking at the ground. “Isn’t exactly something someone goes around boasting about, is it?” Like he would have told her where he was, regardless. But Ginny knew all of that already.