Honestly it gets a bit wearying. My sixth year, girls were trying to slip me love potions. Almost killed Ron.

[Well, not the potion, the celebratory drink they'd had with Slughorn after the potion had been got rid of, but the incident as a whole had almost killed Ron.]

Mostly it's the Prophet that latched onto the 'Chosen One' stuff. Not important though, I won't get any of it here anyway. I can just try charmingly awkward and slip my accomplishments into conversation. 'What do you do?' 'Well I'm still at school but I've got a bit of a side business in defeating evil Dark wizards.'