This was something Pansy had never done. She'd shagged before, obviously, but she'd never done it as an intentional act of loving someone. She couldn't say she'd never told someone she loved them because she had. She'd loved Draco and she'd told him as much. But that was nothing compared to what she had for Anthony. So many emotions welled inside of her. She was angry because they'd spent weeks apart. She was confused by how much she was feeling and why; afraid of what tomorrow would bring with the sunrise and the sunset. But mostly she felt excited, alright with just letting go and swimming in Anthony's embrace.
At his affirmative nod, Pansy let her eyes flutter close as she moved to kiss him again, her lips pressing gently, at first, to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed closer to him. This was exactly where she wanted to be. The world outside of her bedroom meant nothing. He was everything. He was the reason she'd taken up arms against the Dark Lord. He was the reason she was discontent with the state of the world; why she was teaching Ginny magic and hexing journals for Neville. He was it.
Her kiss turned more wanting then, deeper and more passionate than the soft touches they'd been mere moments before. She wanted him, and not just in a purely physical way. She wanted all of him, just as she wanted to give all of herself to him. It was a scary desire, yes, but no scarier than the thought of whether or not she'd ever see him again, feel him again after tomorrow.