I'm not finished yet

We cleaned ourselves quickly, and before I could get out a word we were dressed and nearly running to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

We approached the door, and were near stepping in before I finally spoke.

"I want to do it again," I said. Padma stopped, and turned. Her face already scrunched in confusion.

"You want to fuck again," said Padma, "we are outside the classroom." It wouldn't be the first time.

She had blown me out here before. It was a romantic spot really.

Padma pulled out a tie for her hair, and began to place it into a bun.

"We're officially late anyway," said Padma, "come on then."