Oh, Ginny. It just wasn't the smartest thing in the world to do, ridiculing Harry about this particular set of circumstances. He might have been a right git for leaving and isolating himself for those three years, but everything he said about Prewett and the things he said about the Minister, about why he was here, they were true. He'd heard them from the stoic Auror's mouth, and he knew better than to think that the man would take the time to pull the stick out of his ass to lie to Harry about something like that. So the reaction from his former fling made Harry pause in his walking and he turned to face her fully, face tightening into an even more serious expression. They'd only just made it outside and already he was considering walking right back in and moving back to his room.
"No, Ginny. I think it's a lot more likely that the Minister has found a special place in his heart for me and is looking out for my well being. I think it's much more likely that Prewett's lying to me, that he wasn't ordered by the Ministry to haul me here, willingly or not, so they could put my name in the paper and get some good publicity. You must have been on your way here when they had it on the front page. Must have missed it." He turned away then, jaw tight when she asked him if he needed anything --