For the past few nights, you've been sneaking out past curfew to study for your O.W.L.S., and not once have you gotten caught. As it nears midnight and you're about to leave to go to 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 the library. "It's a bit late for reading, isn't it?"