It was dark when Robert carried his books back from the library, the corridors were deserted and all was quiet. He rounded the corner to his dormitory and nearly bumped into Bertie Waslingham-Smythe.
“I say, Bertie, what on Earth are you doing out at this hour?”
“I was rather waiting for you, Robert.”
“Me, why would that be?”
“Can we speak privately?”
They ducked into a deserted classroom.
“Now what is this about, my fellow?”
Bertie fidgeted, then moved towards Robert, putting a hand on his neck, pressing their lips together. Robert responded ardently, wrapping his arms around Bertie.