"I didn't fuck Flint. I didn't sleep with him, or sex him up, or whatever else you want to call it. Not since the Quidditch thing. And since then? I haven't been with anyone but you. That's the truth of it. I really hope you believe that, despite the way I made things sound in my journal. I was angry with you and I shouldn't have twisted my words." There, perhaps that would knock out another conversation they needed to have. She was trying hard not to get upset when she talked about it though, because, honestly, she was tired of everyone thinking she was a slag and sleeping around with people. She wasn't.
"I don't really know why you came here. A sense of obligation to see this through, if it really is your baby or not. You didn't want to come home, but I ruined the rest of your vacation. Other then that, you might have still been with her. I really don't know." She shrugged and leaned back against the couch, running her palms over her closed eyes.