"Ah," Ginny nodded, not knowing what to say and wincing inwardly. Why did it have to be so hard to talk to Harry? Why couldn't it be like when she was with Sam, everything natural and nothing forced? She bit back a sigh and stuffed her hands into her pockets.
She nodded again at his next question. "Yeah, I think so. Sam and I are probably going to go down, it'll be good to get out of the castle." They walked in silence for a moment, Ginny watching her feet on the dark stone. "How about you? If you're going," she shrugged, as if it wasn't that important. "We could maybe meet somewhere for a drink?"