"Michael!" Harry protested, his cheeks turning red in embarrassment. He looked around to see if Briseis overheard them, he'd hate to have Michael mortify her or make her upset after everything that happened with Thomas. Lucky she wasn't standing there listening. Harry rubbed his forehead, tried to cool the heat in his cheeks and looked back at his friend.
"No," he grumbled. But that wasn't to say he hadn't thought about it. She had a pretty face, and nice legs. So he noticed those things. So sue him. "We're just friends. I helped her out with some stuff and she gives me food because I can't feed myself adequately."