For some time the only sound that could be heard from the shadows which so usefully hid the bench from view was a soft "Mmmmmmm," or "Ohhhh." Some times it was Dai, some times it was the girl he was kissing. And if 'Yes, please' is one of the best things a boy can hear from a girls lips is "Go ahead." Hearing that, Dai went on ahead.
It was amazing how touching a girl could be so nice. But then she was just nice all over. And he hadn't touched her hardly at all; and almost never inside her clothes since last summer, when she got out of her nightie in his bed. That had been fantastic. This was almost as good, but what could you expect sitting on a stone bench with her on your lap, like, and people likely to come out and find you any minute?

Actually, with his girlfriend, you couldn't expect anything like this. Which was a little odd. Because ordinarily she wouldn't let him do anything like this when they might be caught. So she must really have missed him, too, like. Because he'd never seen Espa go out without a bra on. Which was like an open invitation to put his hand in there, so of course he did. It was warm and soft in there, inside her dress, but the trouble was, he had to sort of reach up and over to get his hand down her front, because of her sitting on his lap. So he did what any sensible fellow would to, under the circumstances. He took his hand out of her top, and stuck it up her dress. She sort of wriggled a bit, because maybe she wasn't expecting it, but she stopped wriggling and just sort of sighed when he slipped past her knickers and ran his fingertips up her ribs. Then he could spread his fingers around on her tummy and then slip his hand onto her breast and that was nice.

There was just a minute when it seemed to Dai that his girlfriend felt kind of different. Shorter, maybe, but it was hard to tell, because sitting on his lap raised her up a bit so he was reaching to a different level anyway, and it seemed to him that she was just somehow… bigger in the breast department. And for half a second it made him wonder if he had the right girl after all. But two things made him stop worrying. One was her tongue in his ear, and the other was his fingertips brushing across her breast. Plus the simple fact of who else would it be?

It was then that she started pulling at the front of his Quidditch jersey. 'Cause it buttoned right up to his neck, and has a sash around the middle. And she was trying to undo the buttons and seemed to be having a hard time. Normally she didn't have that much difficulty, but her hands seemed to be shaking a bit, so Dai pulled his hand out of her dress and He stopped kissing her neck and undid the top half-a-dozen buttons to give her a hand, and then he kissed her on the tops of her breasts where they were peeping out of the dress, and then he settled back down to kissing her mouth, while he groped around on her thighs, liking for the edge of her dress again.

Well, that was nice and he found the hem or her dress and slipped hid left hand back up under it, and stopped for just a second to run the tip of his finger along the elastic of her knickers and her tummy kind of shrunk away from him. That made him wonder again. Maybe it was the cold. Maybe she was feeling extra excited. Maybe it wasn't his girlfriend after all. But the question was, who on earth would sit out on a bench with him, tearing his shirt off and rubbing her fingers all over his chest, while he played around with her knicker elastic? Nobody but his regular girlfriend.

Unless.

Unless it was somebody who was famous for letting blokes get into her pants, but he couldn't see the Head Girl snogging a fourth-former. No, it just wouldn't happen. There was no way on earth he would get that lucky. No, it had to be his girlfriend.

Or.

Serena Sorelli.

Dai had his hand out of the girl's dress faster than you could blink. He pulled his head back and looked at her mouth, where he had just been kissing. The light wasn't all that good, but he was sure of one thing. It wasn't either of the Sorelli sisters, thank goodness. His girlfriend would skin him if he had been groping one of her roommates. And just then she ran her fingertips over the little pointless nipple thing on his chest and it was like a tiny electric shock. And frankly, after that, Dai didn't care who it was. If she wanted to do this, he wasn't going to be stupid enough to quit. So he just sort of said, "Mmmmm," And slipped his hand back up under her skirt, and ran his fingers across her tummy to feel the skin crawl away from his hand and then he slipped his hand up onto her breast and did the same thing to her. She seemed to like it too.