He had not been particularly unpleasant, she supposed. And it was kind of Ginny to try and set her up with one of her Quidditch colleagues. Zach was a keeper for the Caerphilly Catapults, who used the same stadium as the Holyhead Harpies, and he looked every inch the star athlete. Toned, chiselled, tanned, and self-assured. He had taken her out to dinner and then when she invited him back to her flat for tea, there had been some making out and then sex. She had hoped, perhaps, that his physique and alpha-male personality might carry over to being a little more... dominant in the bedroom. Alas, while he had indeed been on top, it had been the most vanilla experience possible. Desperate to get it over with, she’d played up her reactions, faking an orgasm so that he would just get on with it and go away. 