"I could," Harry answered her, staring up at the sky. "I could tell you about how Neville tried to clone his toad and wound up with something wrong by ANY standards, or tell you about the rash Seamus got - and where. Also, color and consistency, if you're interested. All of that is pretty scary."
Harry sighed. "It's weird that there's such a double standard - the girl will probably be called slutty, while the guy will get the "you smooth bastard" speech. It's not fair."
He folded his arms behind his head. "I hear Corner has his eye on you this year," he said, not looking over at her. "You interested?"