Pansy shrugged and grinned evilly. "Well, I could always change my mind. You are out of your tower after curfew." She glanced over at Ginny. Little did she know that they had the same thought occur to each of them. Pansy pictured a nice spanking for the little redhead, bent over one of the desks.
What is the matter with me? Pansy thought. The girl was Ginny Weasley of all people. No matter how randy she was, she shouldn't be thinking about her. Or her tight jeans. Or her red hair. Or her little lips…
"Aren't what they should be?" What in the bloody hell did that mean?
Glancing down, she looked at Ginny's slim fingers near her thigh. Pansy was a girl of strong will, but it was still hard not to squirm a little. She didn't know if it would carry her closer or further away from Ginny's fingers.
"What exactly are you talking about, Weasley?" she asked as she regarded her through narrowed eyes.