Clara nodded. She tried to hide her dislike of hearing Tracey’s name mentioned. “I have a recurring one about Pansy. Throwing her down and shagging her rotten in front of Draco.” She laughed evilly. “Daphne? I bet you’d be real rough with her.” Sara always mentioned what a slag she was.
“Macavoy? Really?” Clara laughed. “Yeah, after hexing her off her broom, I think you lost your chance at that one.” She smirked at Sara.
“Gabrielle Delacour,” Clara moaned. “Did you see Daphne following her around like a lost puppy? What was that about?”
Blissfully, Clara sighed as Sara came atop her. They rested against each other and Clara fought to recover. She leaned up and brushed Sara’s ear with her lips. “Maybe we should teach that slag a lesson? Ruin her for Theo?” she joked before sucking at Sara’s earlobe.