Make a move on her.

Fuck it, no risk no reward, no blade, no cut. No balls? No girl. You take Coral's chin in your hand. She doesn't flinch away, she doesn't protest, instead she looks deep into your eyes. Her lips are parted softly, beckoning you in. You close the distance and press your hips into hers, driving your member against her midriff, she lets out a faint moan and leans into you. Your hand shifts from her chin to her neck as you lock lips with Coral, you start slow, holding her neck firm while you gently tease her. She wraps her arms around your back before darting her tongue against yours. Hot, wet, and sensitive, you ravish Coral's tongue with your own, determined to pleasure her into submission. For a few brief, sweet moments, you kiss her.

Then you part, breathing heavy, and filled with a lust you've never experienced before. Every part of you is screaming for more, but you rein it in, the last thing you want is to ruin your chances with Coral. You should say something, anything to break the tension.

"You're a good kisser." Coral's voice is a soft, feminine whisper. A part of you is utterly grateful to that perverted ghost, the other part of you is wondering what the hell do you do now? Coral seems to be on the same frequency as you, as she begins twiddling her fingers nervously. "Thanks, you too. Damn ghost huh?"

"Y-yeah! Darn ghost. I'm sure our sudden romantic inclination was due to the nature of his spell. Yes, of course." There's a deep red blush parading across Coral's pixie face, romantic inclination huh. "I would hate our status as study buddies to be tarnished by such a small event. I hope things won't be weird between us Turner." She looks shy, ****. "Study buddies till the end." A study buddy that you've rubbed your dick up against, right. She breathes a sigh of relief and smiles back.

"Let's get back to our books then." You lead the way through old shelves of tattered books and back to your table. Coral follows, and though you've cleared up any misunderstandings with her, there's a palpable atmosphere between the two of you now. Whenever you look into her eyes, or glance at her lips all that comes to mind is the rush of her body being pressed against yours, locking her mouth onto yours and taking what you will. You study for another hour or so, learning all you can about phantoms and protection spells. The comfortable period of reading and writing down notes fades away as your stomach grumbles. Coral looks up with a bemused expression. "It's nearly noon, lunch is going to be served soon in the Great Hall. Shall we?"

"Let's." You grab you stuff and leave with Coral, you catch sight of the librarian giving you the stink eye on your way out, and deep in the darkness of Hogwarts's vast book shelves, a gnarled ghost is also looking at you, watching as you laugh and smile with Coral as you leave.