Pansy cocked an eyebrow and grinned. "Well?" she repeated. Was Hermione really trying to coax her into doing more? Dare her? She hoped the little Gryffindor was sincere because Pansy had no quams about grabbing her arse and so, so, so much more.
Her hands slid around Hermione until she grabbed her arse with both hands. She held firmly and then gaze a squeeze. She began to caress and lightly pull at her.
Was she wet? Merlin, Pansy was. If so, Hermione would surely feel the gentle pulling and she was sure it would feel good.
"Is that what you wanted?" she purred, her lips mere inches from Hermione's.