Harry couldn't suppress a smile. These doubles were just mad, and it was so difficult to explain how he felt. "I... fancy you at any age, really. Well, you know, from thirteen and up," he amended with a laugh. "Er, but you don't have anything to worry about. She does her own thing, and you and I do ours. I'd rather be with you. We know all the same things. It's much less confusing that way." Goodness, how did he tell her that he preferred her over herself? This was complicated.