Ginny felt an unspoken spark pass between them. She looked at Pansy's pretty face, she had nice lips, and their was something alluring about the "older girl in charge" thing the had going on. "Well as a prefect it is your choice."
Ginny let out a throaty little laugh, Pansy sounded freaked out slightly and Ginny wondered if she would end up with her hand up Pansy's skirt, in detention, or possibly sending the older girl running. "Oh come on Parkinson, you know what I mean," Ginny grinned like cheshire cat at Pansy, "snogging? Touching? Shagging?"
Her fingertips played with the cushion right next to Pansy's crossed thigh.