"Leaving aside the fact that nobody would be good enough for you," Harry began, causing a deep flush to steal over Hermione's cheeks. "I don't think we can call me a wholesome sort of bloke, can we? I'm mad, bad and dangerous to know. I've killed people, and have people trying to kill me. I'm also ugly as fuck. Not exactly the ideal sort of man to take home to meet the folks, am I?"