In all the time Lucy and Roger had been friends, it never occurred to her that someone might think she was with Roger for a reason other than just being the type of friends they were. She usually understood the dirty looks to think that people were jealous she was hanging with a professional Quidditch player - not that she might have been dating him. That idea was weird, enough.
She laughed softly at the look on his face. She had to admit, she understood what the preconceived notions of Slytherins were. Brass. Stupid. Generally cruel and weird. Thankfully, and obviously enough, Lucy didn't hang much with those sort. And Nikolas didn't fall into any of those categories.
"No, you don't," she said, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "He's certainly a bit different than the rest of them. I wasn't making that part up, you know."