It was fortunate that Whitley had some concept of what she was doing, and also that she was still mistress enough of herself to be able to think. Otherwise, Reuben would have happily stripped her naked in the middle of the corridor or walked with his fly open through a gaggle of his peers or walked into the wrong dormitory entirely. Surprising a room full of second years with that sort of a display might have been enough to get him kicked out of Hogwarts, so it was lucky they were at least in the right room - even if they WERE in the wrong bed.

Reuben shoved a book off the bed and onto the floor as he climbed in, giving only the slightest passing thought to wonder who had left a book on his bed, since it wasn't his. He tugged hard on the curtains and, in his haste, he heard something rip. There weren't any obvious gaps once the curtains were drawn, though, and he wasn't about to take the time to search for the damage now.

As Whitley finished her spellwork, Reuben was already pulling her back against his body and dragging her top off over her head, tugging hard at the collar to make it clear her face. He lay on his side and wrapped both of his arms all the way around her body just as far as they could go. Releasing a long, deep breath, Reuben rubbed his fingertips over her bare skin. And then he kissed her. He kissed her for what felt like a wonderful long time while his hands began to roam again and his breathing picked up. Before he realized it he was looking down at her, half lying on top of her, while he tugged awkwardly at the clasp of her bra beneath her back. Reuben had never actually examined the clasp of a bra, and half wondered if it were closed with magic, since this clasp didn't seem to want to budge.



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