Harry broke out into a stupid grin before ducking his head and taking a fast gulp of too-hot coffee. "Me too," he said hoarsely, trying not to cough.
They had exhausted all the normal topics during dinner -- Quidditch, the refuge, children and family news. Now, Harry was left grateful to be choking on his coffee. He knew they should have a serious talk, but Harry had never been taken out quite like this before, nor had he ever discussed a relationship before it happened. He gave Oliver another watery smile and massaged his throat, waiting to see what Oliver would say next.