He’d made it over 24 hours without breaking but by the second day of watching her eat breakfast he had reached his limit. It was a miracle he hadn’t crawled to her by now and begged her to let him shag her again. He was worried she’d be pissed for how he’d left it with her but she’d shown no signs of that or of wanting to corner him and talk it out. Instead there was this light in her eyes, a new bounce in her step as she strolled the corridors with her redheaded sentry. She looked like she’d been well fucked and it only made him want her more. His dick seemed to have some kind of muscle memory and even the sight of her made him hard. That morning she’d looked at him slyly over the daily prophet and given him a secret smile. He’d nearly upended his bowl of porridge and had to leave the hall, run up three flights of the metal Hogwarts stairs just for a wank in their dormitory bathroom.