"I didn't say what you saw was the first time. When did you even see, anyway?" He couldn't remember when they'd done anything except in the classroom and ... oh. By the door. That night. He remembered, and that had to be it.
"That time was the second time. That time you had to have seen." And there had been loads of time since, but he didn't say that either.
Instead he pulled himself up a little taller, glad for the recent height he'd gained so at least he wasn't looking up at Goyle too. "I didn't say I didn't like it." He spat, and he didn't answer the rest. He really sodding hoped that Goyle didn't make him.