Harry shuffled nervously, reluctant to admit to anything, imaging his mortification if Draco were to find out he’d been waxing poetic about his feelings for Draco like they really were fifteen, "I... it’s not as simple as that, Cho. You’re actually amazing - really smart, and really pretty," he said honestly, trying to find the words without admitting to more than he wanted, "but you could be literally the most beautiful witch in the world, and it wouldn’t matter. I... I uh had a bit of a realisation about myself last year," Harry, foolishly, expected some kind of surprised reaction from Cho. Instead, she looked strangely relieved.