"You've got to be kidding me! What'd you do, throw your mind out, as well as your common sense?"
Oliver blinked stupidly a few hundred times. And then he realized what Potter had meant. Normally he would have Harry pinned up against a wall snogging passionately by now. And why wasn't he?
"Um well I feel fine, it's just that we never really talk anymore, don't give me that look!"
Harry was seriously starting to wonder if there was something wrong. But he wasn't showing it, instead he was playfully glaring at Wood, and if the flying instructor was so dense as to think that he was actually mad then maybe he should be angry.
"Oliver, what are you going on about now, you know damn good and well that we keep in touch through letter, and save actual time of being together for snogging!"