Harry flushed at the question about looking motherly. He hadn't meant for it to come out like that. Sure, she did look motherly...but he hadn't meant to say it so ... well, he hadn't meant to say it. "Yeah, you did." There was no point trying to deny it. He'd already put his foot in it.
He relaxed a bit when she sat down beside him. The initial breach of the conversation was over, but there was still the remained to handle and while Mr. Weasley had pointed out some thing he hadn't considered, he was still a bit nervous about the entire thing. "I sort of went to see Mr. Weasley, today." he admitted, ignoring her apology. She didn't have to apologize. He wasn't upset about it and he didn't want her to feel sorry over something that didn't bother him .... well, didn't bother him a whole lot.
"I sort of told him ... about the whole thing." he responded, just now realizing that she may not have wanted anyone to know and the fact that he hadn't asked her before he offered the information might be an issue. "I hope your not mad about telling him. I just figured, he'd be the person to ask about stuff like this."