"Cedric Diggory?" Tracey asked. "So, was that one of the rumors to be believed?" she teased, already suspecting that it wasn't. "You would have been the envy of half the girls at Hogwarts. Probably more than that."
Not pushing on Heidi's "preferences", Tracey's hands drifted lower. "Sadly, it can make a difference," she observed. There were so many dangers to her being considered a "deviant" by the Pureblood society. Let alone if you were considered one to Voldemort's sect. Tracey couldn't imagine some of the perversity that occurred in that group. It seemed, the important thing to them was that no one ever confirmed anything.
"So, if it isn't any smelly boy that would make you happy, what would?"