Tracey nodded. “Do you know some people who I might sell some potions too?” She paused. “Last year, I actually brewed a NEWT level potion for McGregor so he could pass.” She didn’t tell Sara that’d she’d made almost one hundred Galleons to do it. Tracey suspected that Sara would hardly need the money of her fellow students, she had plenty of her own.
“Well, maybe you can help me with a few plants here and there?” she suggested hesitantly. “I could…try and compensate you.” Tracey didn’t even think about how that might have sounded like a possible innuendo.
With her shirt open, Tracey felt vulnerable. She had let a few boys get this far with her and fewer still had gotten a little further. Unlike them, Sara had a chance to go much further still. As long as Tracey’s nerve held out.
Dutifully, Tracey slid up onto the table. Her hands rested lightly on Sara’s shoulders. “What now?” she asked with a coy smile, a hint of her vulnerability showing through as she looked affectionately at her housemate.