Loving Clara's moan, as the girl let her mouth fall open, Sara dipped her tongue in teasingly as she held Clara against her before returning to lick her lips and chin.
"No, not the classroom." Sara murmured, her lips grazing Clara's jaw now as she spoke. The classroom would be much to risky, even if it was late.
She grinned proudly, "I know the password." She purred. Her knowledge of the password came from who else than Daphne, who no doubt had bedded one of the prefects to get it. And what had Sara traded for that bit of information? Why, the one thing Daphne loved most, juicy gossip. The password to the Prefect's bathroom had been her prize for revealing to Daphne the true blood status of a certain blonde Slytherin girl.