Well the Ex Ir muse has returned to hiding, but the Irae Culpa muse jumped up and bit me on the arse this evening so I am working feverishly on the end of Chapter 2. Have a snippet:
He was disgusted with himself for being so preoccupied by Ginny Weasley. He hated the Weasleys, he hated the Gryffindors and it had only been sex. That was all. Just sex. Bloody good sex mind you, but nothing more. So why was she commanding so much of his attention?
She'd been so tight and so hot and everywhere he put his hands had made her groan so deliciously...
Looking down at his essay he realised that he'd written 'The transmutation of magical energy in this instance therefore requires JUST SEX NOTHING MORE!!!!!' With a frustrated growl he slammed the textbook shut, shoved his belongings into his bag and headed back to the Slytherin quarters. Perhaps if he gave in to the demands of his dick for half an hour then he might be able to concentrate enough to finish the essay without giving McGonagall a soft-porn-induced heart attack.
Lex.