"Maybe now his face won't look quite like a baboon's arse," she said, still grumbling a little. He's just trying to get under your skin, Longbottom. It's Quidditch season and they are better at head games than any other team. Abbie was surprised when he pulled her away from the library door and even more when he pulled her into the shadows of the arches.
"No! I mean, yes! Or no...it's fine. I don't mind holding hands. I mean, you know, holding hands is fine, but snogging in front of the entire castle. That isn't all right. Not that snogging isn't like acceptable, just not in public and Oh sweet Merlin, I've become a babbling idiot."
Using the hand that wasn't still in Al's, Abbie smacked herself in the forehead. The truth was that sex made her uncomfortable and she wasn't good at dealing with things that made her uncomfortable. Plus, there was the whole Lily issue; she still hadn't gotten around to telling her, partly from Abbott's uncertainty of what she and Al were to one another. The other part was out of fear that Lily would be angry with her and rightly so.
"Look, I'm not good at this; the dating thing," she said honestly. "It's nice holding hands with you. I just don't want to make a big show about it."