For the past few nights, he's been coming to your room room to help him feel any better, and not once have you gotten caught. As it nears midnight and you're about to leave to go bed, you shiver. Somehow, the atmosphere feels like it's dropped. You look up to find a very attractive prefect staring down at you, his brunette hair mussed in a boyish, messy disarray. He grins, mirth swimming in the depths of his eyes. His voice echoes through his room. "It's a bit late for going to bed, isn't it?"