"Oh, go on, Ravenclaw," Tracey said with a small laugh, unafraid of his anger. "It was just a shag. A good shag, yeah, but it's not as if we're suddenly soul mates." In contrast to her words, she'd reached out to tug him closer to her by his shirt front and started walking her fingers up his buttons. "And if I was treating you like a house elf, you wouldn't still be here. I don't shag house elves."