After all, he was a handsome former professional quidditch player who likely had a line of witches eager for his company and it would be silly to think that their interactions were anything other than what they appeared. Though she was generally rather confident about her finer qualities, she held no illusions that she was in his league. Her disappointment at having to accept this was much more upsetting than she might have liked to admit, but she was doing her best to just ignore it and keep going. 