Fred sat staring after her for a minutes, ignoring the catcalls from the men at the next booth over that she come back and give them a lap dance too.
... She had just given him a lap dance. In the middle of a bloody pub in bloody HOGSMEADE with farmers and drunks and shite around.
Bloody hell.
He couldn't stop staring for a minute, then he turned and waved for another whiskey. He had a feeling he'd need it for when he got home and had to explain this to George. He might actually still want to be drunk tomorrow, when he had to talk to Verity again.