"Does that feel good?" Pansy purred as she kept lightly pulling at Hermione. She loved the expression the Gryffindor wore; excitement, nervousness, arousal and more all blended together into an intoxicating cocktail before Pansy's eyes.
A small gasped slipped from Pansy's lips as Hermione pressed her leg up against her. She looked at her quizically, wondering if it had actually been intententional. "Granger?" she moaned with a hint of bemusement, wondering if she had known what she had done.
"I knew it," Pansy said with a triuphant smile before Hermione kissed her. Parting her lips immediately, Pansy pressed them back against Hermione's and kissed her deeply, her tongue brushing Hermione's lips before seeking to play deeper.