A.N. — Earning an M rating here (though I'm leaving the story's rating alone as a T), as the male perspective of yesterday's incident naturally is more randy. Teen boys have only one thing on their minds, after all.
336. Wayne Hopkins
Wayne Hopkins was living out the fantasy of every Hogwarts student ever: getting lucky in a broom closet. Megan Jones was one sexy witch, and tonight they'd go all the way.
Someone must've cast a Lumos, because Megan was suddenly illuminated far better. It took Wayne's cloak draping itself over him to register the interruption. There was no discreet way to remove his hands from their current positions: one groping Megan's breast, the other much lower and warmer.
The moment was thoroughly soured. Wayne buried his face in Megan's bare shoulder, thankful that he at least was still mostly clothed.