Prompt: I could corrupt you. It would be easy. Prompt from LadyKenz347, and honestly, I kind of like this and could see myself expanding.
Sixth year was meant to be her year before her life spiralled. A war was coming, and there was no way to avoid that.
It was still her year, she thought as she was pressed to the wall of the broom closet. His body was hard against hers, his lips pressed against her throat.
She whimpered as his hand slipped under her skirt. This was just stress relief for both of them, but it was important to note she knew what his sixth year meant for him, the task and the mark. "I'll miss you."
"If only it didn't end."