He laughed a little, shaking his head. "Am I sure? D'you really think I'd have gone through all of this if I carried only a passing fancy? Harry. I'm very certain about this." Slowly, carefully, he eased his hand free of the death grip Harry had on his hand, threading their fingers together instead.
"I don't find you boring at all. You're a brilliant Quidditch player, a loyal friend, you're passionate about things that interest you," he stopped and leaned forward, "and you're one hell of a kisser. What's not to find interesting about that?"