Old enough to be her father, she knew their relationship hadn't made a lot of sense to those on the outside looking in. She'd always been attracted to men that were much older. Even in second year she had that embarrassing crush on Gilderoy Lockhart and she still cringed when she thought about what a fool she made of herself the next year when she had Remus Lupin as her professor. There was something about older men that she preferred to the boys her age. Maturity, no doubt, but also something else. She felt more comfortable with them, freer to be herself. How many times in her adolescence had she been shamed by Ron or any of the other boys for being too interested in reading and not interested enough in silly pursuits like Quidditch or makeup charms?