She showed me around and what results she had found with her experiments. Her intelligence was slightly intimidating. She didn't seem to be showing of..., just passionate about her work. After she finished showing me around, she immediately asked if I wanted to come over to her apartment to hang out. I wasn't expecting this but of course I said sure.We walked to her apartment complex, just north of campus, just over a mile away. It was a nice day as I recall for early spring. As we walked, Susan. 'Its the papers, their always writing shit about me, quidditch is a big sport so stories about players will always sell, whether there good or bad.' Galvin explained. 'Ever since I went to the Youth World Cup with England U16's and caught the snitch in the final there obsessed with me. One week their writing about how I'm an out of control drunk and the next week its all about how I'm going to be the next big thing for England. I'm telling you they're a nightmare.''Tell me about it.' said Harry. "Yes, I mean it", I answered. She held me tight against her body, her tits flattening as they squeezed against my chest. She fell asleep in my arms and I must have followed suit soon after, for it was dark when I opened my eyes. We hadn't moved, her head was still nuzzled against my neck. I looked at her in the gloom and wondered how we would tell my parents. She awoke with a start, jumping as her eyes opened. "Oh, I was dreaming", she said as she rolled away from me and turned on the bedside. While Emily was checking the books out, she felt a large hand on her lower back, and a kiss on her cheek. She turned to see that it was Tyler. He was smiling ear-to-ear. She always loved his big, kissable lips. Emily bent down to get her books off the counter, and she asked Tyler why he had come to see her. He answered, ‘I couldn’t stand not seeing you all week, I know your finals were hell for you, but they were nothing but lonely for me.’ She smiled at his saturated answer. She could tell.