"Your crush?" He asks it wide eyed, positively wicked. "So when you were stalking me it wasn't all professional, as it were?"

Though that reminds him.

"That day, on the Express," he says, ducking his head and looking away before dragging his gaze back to Harry. "I did that for your own good. I knew you were there, and realizing that you might follow us and be caught... I could have done it gentler," he admits, reaching up and tenderly stroking his cheek. "I'm sorry.

"And she does. She wants me happy. Pansy and I, we've recovered a lot from those days and worked to make our lives what we wanted, not what our parents wanted."