There was something about what was going on between them that filled her with energy. It felt like lightning was coursing through her veins instead of blood. Pansy was savoring the way his lips felt against hers, groaning deep in her throat, when she felt his hands against the side of her breasts, moving slowly down her sides. It was glorious.
Suddenly, his hands were interrupting hers, pulling them away from his belt and he had stepped back to look at her. She felt a bit dazed, and her face had shown it, and as he spoke to her she had trouble understanding what he was saying. She could see his lips moving, but couldn't seem to concentrate on the words.
Then, a sudden rush of emotions coursed through her as she was yanked back into reality. Blaise was picking up her shirt from the floor when she suddenly felt anger at him. Her heart was pounding and her eyes stung with bitter tears, which she fought valiantly. When he leaned into to kiss her head, she nearly smacked him across the face. Pansy bit her tongue so hard that it bled, the metallic salty taste tainting the inside of her mouth.
Then, he was leaving. The anger and rejection mixed together, filling her chest so full that she knew she was about to explode. She was on his heels her arms so numb that she didn't manage to put her shirt back on, and she clutched it gingerly to her chest. Pansy was barely aware of her surroundings, but managed to stop at the frame of the classroom door before making the mistake of stepping into the empty corridor.
"You're an asshole!" she choked on the words. She had wanted them to sound hot and angry, but instead the sounded injured, and they hung in the air like wounded birds. Pansy swallowed hard, refusing to let the tears spill over the rims of her eyelids as she watched his back retreating down the hallway.
It wasn't until he was completely gone that she moved again. "Damnit!" she yelled at no one in particular, and the sound of her voice rang a bit in the corridor. Pansy pushed her way back into the classroom where it was dark, and pressing the shirt into her mouth, let out a frustrated, betrayed scream. Still, she failed to pull the material back over her head. Instead, she sat in a corner of the room and rested her forehead on her knees, and did the one thing she never let anyone at Hogwarts see her do. She cried.