Invisible Midnight Stroll

Too awake to sleep, Harry sighed and reached a hand outside of his bunk curtains and into his trunk. Palming around, he felt the silky weave of his invisibility cloak and pulled it out. Draping the cloak over his head and shoulders, Harry quietly slunk out of his four poster bunk into the open dorm room.

Deans bunk curtains were slightly askew and looking back Harry can just make out a sliver of moonlight dancing against a slender waist and the profile curve of a bouncing pale breast. He can't make out the girls facial features, but she seems to be riding up and down on Deans cock like a yo-yo.

"Lucky bastard." Harry muttered, adjusting his invisible pitched tent.