"You’re an intelligent, talented, beautiful witch. Unfortunately for me, the witch part is a non-starter. Hermione, I’m gay." He reached over to her, placing his hand on her knee. "What do you say? If you refuse to come now, it’s basically discrimination." Squeezing her knee, communicating that he didn’t want to be alone either. She had snorted out a small laugh at his comment and simply nodded her head.