"Yes, it is," and Ginny knew that as long as Pansy didn't hurt her... too much, she would let her do whatever she wanted.
Ginny's fingers creeped up higher to between Pansy't thighs when she protested, this was all so odd, she was going to shag Pansy Parkinson. Was this real? Had they both gone mental? Ginny didn't really care much at the moment as the older girl thrust her tongue against Ginny's.
Panting, Ginny nodded, wondernig how far away where they were going was, what if Pansy led her to a pack of Slytherin prefects or a teacher? She didn't think so some how, she hurried along with Pansy, eyeing her in the torch light. Her lips felt bruised from the hard kissing.