Ginny had had fevered sleep in the nights that followed her encounter with Pansy Parkinson. Ginny could hardly believe that the brunette Slytherin had turned out to be the best shag she had ever had and had made her come more in less than an hour than anyone else had either. She and Pansy had sort of exchanged knickers after their encounter and Ginny had worn them to bed the night before, still dirty with Pansy’s juices, and fucked them into herself, remembering how the older girl had made her ride her leg, had rubbed her pussy over Ginny’s face, had spanked and dominated her. She had come so hard thinking about it she had almost woken up Demelza Robbins.
Ginny had found, to her dismay that Pansy had turned her over to Professor McGonnagall for being out in the halls. Such a Slytherin, Ginny thought to herself, fuck me literally then fuck me in that way. The thought still made her grin to herself, her hand touching the spot Pansy’s had marked her with. Harry had seen it and looked at her questioningly at breakfast the morning after it had happened and she just turned her eyes away.
She hoped that she would at lease be allowed to use magic to clean and she thought it was really unfair that she had to meet for detention so late at night but then again, maybe she would see Pansy when she snuck back to her dorm afterwards.
Still dressed in her uniform, blouse, skirt, tie, socks, and maryjanes, minus her robes and sweater, she made her way to the classroom. Her long red hair was loose around her shoulders and down her back.