Thank god for Sundays.

You open your crust-covered eyes as you take note of your surroundings. The drapes on the window were open, revealing the still dark February sky, frost clinging onto your window like wispy spiderwebs. Sophie shifts slightly in your arms, the subtle movement reminds you that you were still inside of her. Having not moved since your rigorous love-making last night. You close your eyes and begin to rock your hips back and forth, gently thrusting in and out. _Might as well get rid of the morning wood while I'm here. _Sophie's eyes flutter open as she moans softly. "Good morning handsome." She ruffles your hair. "God damn, we smell awful." You smile as you noticed the dried crusts of your ejaculate and her spit that was still all over her face.

"Just a quickie, and then we'll go shower." You begin to thrust harder and faster, eliciting a series of sharp moans from Sophie, who was now holding onto your sheets with balled fists. When you finish inside her again, the two of you get up to go wash together. Sophie was extra careful to use her hand to keep your semen inside of her instead of dripping onto the carpet. Once the two of you get into the shower, and you've spent sufficient time soaping each other up and washing one another, you notice that your dick was getting hard again. Without any prompting, Sophie sank to her knees and took your member in her mouth, making loud slurping noises as she slobbers all over your cock. When the two of you finally leave the shower, the sun has come up and it was time for breakfast. On the walk down, Sophie absentmindedly hooked her arm around yours. You didn't move away from her when she did this, but it did stir up some questions in your head. Are you really ready for an actual relationship? Sophie was more than adequate as a girl friend, her long red hair and adorable features gives her a very attractive 'girl next door' look. Her agreeable and submissive personality also meant that she would be an excellent companion if you ever needed emotional support. But at the same time you could not shake thoughts of Harmony quite out of your head, she was your first time after all.

Harmony herself had become incredibly distant after the events in the Headmaster's office. Now instead of usually eating, studying, and being alone, Harmony conscripted a loyal group of followers from her house who now follow her everywhere. A messed up little part of you actually missed having her around everywhere. When you tried to pair with her in Advanced Psionics out of simple habit, you noticed that she immediately paired with an upper-year phoenix boy. Despite yourself, you couldn't help but frown at the memory. Harmony's look and demeanor have also changed since the incident. She had not shown up for class for a few days after her father dragged her out of the Headmaster's office, but when she came back her flawlessly straight blonde hair was now styled with cascading curls and side swept bangs that now had tea-green highlights through it. Her anti-social attitudes have also changed and she could often be seen around the school bullying girls and boys of what she thought were 'inferior houses and bloodlines.' Of course there was also Keira and Parisa. You doubted that your relationship with Keira would ever develop beyond anything more than 'first person to let your finger her' considering that she and Liam seemed to be genuinely in love. The repeated attempts to seduce Parisa with magic without any results have also put a bit of a dampener on that particular target.

As soon as you enter the meal hall with Sophie on your arm, you immediately notice the Valentines day themed decorations that were beginning to be placed around the hall. _Oh shit. _The Headmaster seemed to love torturing the students with a dance every single year on Valentines day. It was a time of year where rumors, drama, and angst was so thick in the air that you could almost cut it with a knife.

"Hey sit over here!" You're shaken out of your thoughts as you see Parisa sitting with Keira and Liam, waving towards you.