"Impossible. I'm sure you're imagining wild orgies of debauchery, but not my style. I prefer classy smart witches. The kind that expects more than a one night stand. And usually the ones with no interest in a second son with bad teeth and rough looks. A bloke so dumb he had to repeat his seventh year. I preferred quidditch and it showed. Though, it did mean I got to see you all dolled up for the Yule Ball." He tightened his arms around her. "And when we remove Weasley from the count- you seem to prefer burly quidditch players."