Stephen snorted. "You're lying. You wouldn't fuck a Weasley," he said. "However, if it'd work, and I could finally have you home, fuck away... just don't tell me. Or you know you can pretend to fuck, collect incriminating evidence and then blackmail him into giving you decent shift. You're a Slytherin; come up with something." He knew Terry would problem object, but he was sick and tired of this crap. He still hadn't forgiven Weasley the double shifts at Christmas.
He bit Adrian's lip. "We go, we are seen, we leave, and then you promised me a whole week-end without work or clothes. I will hex Weasley if he changes his mind."
He smiled at Terry, finding his reaction amusing and sweet at the same time. "You know getting naked might make things go faster. I mean the man is a Hufflepuff; he might need some kind of hint." He shrugged at the rest. "I wasn't talking about the numbers. I never did the note thing or even the dating. I went from no sex, to lots of sex without any sort of relationship or ... you know, a name."