"Better be," he said. "They're like my bloody children, I don't want them sick too. Maybe I should send Floot to go and check on them, make sure they're fine. I don't trust the other house elves."
He smiled brightly at that. "I can always think about sex and even if it makes me want to cringe right now, in a week or two I should be fine," He stared back at Stephen. "Yes, told you. I know Weasley would have ripped me a new one and we could go to the estate. Maybe it's Hogsmeade that's making us sick."
Adrian bit back the grimaces as Stephen helped him change, gratefully lying back on the bed when he could. "And until death do us part? Can we not use that one quite yet please?" he asked, turning onto his side, the pox marks on his chest and back hurting most. "I hate this. Hate it. God, if this is Lestrange, I'm going to kill him."