Ginny squirmed slightly at the idea of Pansy punishing her. She had the sudden vision of being bent over a desk with the older Slytherin paddling her bare backside for being out after curfew. “Maybe?” she said, her throat feeling a little dry.
Ginny was surprised at the way Pansy reacted, she had figured it would wind the older girl up but it seemed to unsettle her. She watched Pansy cross those sexy legs and licked her lips again, slightly nervous. Pansy was sitting so close to her now, she could smell some sort of expensive perfume and it was very alluring.
“I have,” Ginny shrugged, her tone a little huskier, “when boys aren’t what they should be, girls can be a lot of fun.” She shifted and let her fingers land next to where Pansy had sat next to her, almost brushing her thighs. Ginny really didn’t know what had gotten into her, but she had the idea that if Pansy gave her a green light, her Gryffindor streak would kick in and she would have her hand up Pansy’s skirt shortly.