Dean laughed at the suggestion, shaking his head. "Head of Gryffindor, it's a sodding travesty, but I guess if it had to be one of us it had to - " He trailed off then, looking surprised. "No women for me? Why the sodding hell not, mate? I mean, none for Ron, obviously, but I should at least get the chance. Unless you're stealing them all for yourself? One last oat sowing and all that?"