Ginny fought off the urge to roll over and let Pansy paddle her backside. She bit her bottom lip again, wondering if this was going to end the way she was hoping it would. Harry Potter was a distant memory now.
"What's wrong Pansy?" she asked, her golden flicked eyes curious, "no one here but us, I mean, this is where you were supposed to make your rounds? Right?"
Ginny traced her finger closer to Pansy's outer thigh, finally brushing against her ever so lightly as she moved her finger, "yes, I have, more than once."