"No; if he wanted me to, I probably would have, though." I looked at him as he shrugged. "What? I was a seventeen-year-old Quidditch prodigy with a healthy libido and she was an attractive, wealthy woman. Now that her hair makes her look closer to our age?" Viktor shrugged it off. "Still a Malfoy, though. Since she prefers witches, maybe she did get jealous that I danced with you at the Yule Ball."