Stephen smiled. There was some part of him that knew a fellow Ravenclaw would appreciate the library. Other than his bed, the library was his favourite room in the house. Even when he was home doing work, he usually studied, read, and researched in the library. He watched her drag her fingers along the fireplace, and he smiled.
She walked back to him, and he was struck by the expression on her face. It was a combination of pleasure and sincerity. He thought of her in his bed again, and he swallowed. "Mum helped quite a bit. Shoved us in the right directions," he said, but his voice sounded thick.
When she reached out for his hand again, his pulse reacted. He grabbed her other hand in his. What else would you like to show me? Stephen grinned slowly and was unable to stop his body from leaning down toward her. Don't do it, Cornfoot. But he was so close, and she was still looking up at him. She hadn't hexed him or run away. Perhaps she's frightened into shock. Fuck you.
He pressed his lips against hers, and his entire body sighed and then yanked itself taut as he reacted to her.