Pansy couldn’t have been happier with the reaction she got. She was surprised that Ginny had been so distracted considering she was out after curfew. Had she not known? It didn’t really matter. Ginny was in her grasp for now.
“Language, Miss Weasley,” she chided the younger girl in her best “I’m in charge” tone. “Are you looking for detention? Aren’t you already in enough trouble for being out after curfew?”
She glanced at Ginny’s hand near her wand. She smirked. “I wouldn’t think that you’d want to add trouble by drawing your wand on a Prefect,” Pansy mused. Lazily, she leaned against the wall.
“Going to tell me what you were doing out?” Pansy expected an excuse and not the truth. She couldn’t help it and her eyes wandered to the cruves of Ginny in her jeans. She’d always had a soft spot for them. Of course, she would never admit it. Pansy had wanted a pair, but her mother had denied her and even slapped her when she pushed. It seemed she did not want her daughter to look like “a Muggle whore”.