"Good think I won't be losing then." Sara smirked back with confidence. "And I hope you're decent at arithmacy, because I have fifty problems due." She was sure that if either won, they wouldn't use their winning advantage to do homework.
Sara grinned again into Clara's neck, grazing her teeth idly against the skin and mumbled into it. "Fluidity is always a good thing..."
Threading her hands through Clara's thick hair and, not being forceful, but not quite sweetly, nudged her head back to look up at Sara and brought her lips down to mere centimeters from Clara's. She tried to think of someplace they could go. "I'm not sure..." she purred against the soft lips. Suddenly, she got a very good, very evil and vindictive idea. "I know a place, it used to be a house elves place, but it's deserted now. No one goes near that section of the dungeons..."