"You're a cruel lady, Miss Brown." Roger shook his head and tossed back the champagne. Too sweet and fizzy to sip. "Just because I'm the most handsome Quidditch player that ever lived doesn't mean I deserve to be objectified. I have feelings too."
His eyes fell to Lavender's lips when she bit them. He bloody loved that. Roger smirked and stole a quick kiss. "It is incredibly selfless, love. I know how hard it is to give me up just for a night."