Harry's as subtle as a dragon in the common room. He's an odd duck; sometimes he's all smooth and secret agent man, and others he's like a guy in a penguin suit wandering down the hall.

Now there's an image.

It's good that Harry is opening up to Ron and Hermione. Even if he went about it in an entirely insensitive way.

He started talking about it thinking only of his pain, not imaginging that Hermione would be freaked out. Once he relaized she was hurting, he stopped, but still.

Yup. Doomed.