He was studying her reactions like he was playing the most challenging game of Wizarding Chess of his life. Every move and every thought was carefully calculated and adjusted based on her reactions. She wondered how much of himself he hid from her, scared that she would bolt at the first real signs of him. She stands up from the bed, closing the small amount of space he had put between them. Sliding her knees in the small space between his massive thighs and the arms of the chair, she straddles him. 