Pansy groaned softly. It seemed that Ginny had a submissive side. Who knew? It didn't seem like her but made all sorts of sense at the same time. Her fingers tightened in Ginny's hair. "Is that so?"
She was already getting lots of ideas.
Squirming as Ginny traced her garter, Pansy thought she was going to lose her mind. "We can't…not here," she moaned against Ginny's lips, but didn't break the kiss. Her tongue tangled aggressively with Ginny's. It wasn't soft and loving, it was aggressive and almost angry. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs.
When she couldn't breathe anymore, Pansy broke the kiss. She stared at Ginny aggressively. "Get up. We are going somewhere to continue this." Her chest heaved.
Letting go of Ginny's hair, she stood and started to make her way to the Prefect's Bathroom.