Draco thought I was a lousy boyfriend. Faelan will hate me. Everyone I love leaves me one way or another.
Harry bit his lip hard to keep all this from from spilling forth. Oliver didn't need to know what a sad sod he was trying to get involved with; at least Harry wouldn't insult Oliver by assuming he was just out for a shag, not after what Oliver had admitted earlier.
The Keeper was making it difficult for Harry to speak, teasing him as he was, but Harry knew the spell had been broken, and the reality was that it was a bad idea for Harry to become closer to anyone, no matter how much he longed for it. Humans were social creatures, right? He couldn't help wanting a love of his own, even when he knew better. But Harry could still do the right thing, despite his personal desires.
"I-" Harry sat up straighter, pulling back and trying not to flinch at the cold air rushing over skin Oliver had warmed. "You, that is, we- we missed Midnight."