"Of course he was, he was a Gryffindor," she pointed out, gesturing with her fork. "The preconceived notion that all dark wizards come from Slytherin didn't help our House, either."
Pansy smiled in understanding. "Peter's lucky to have you," she whispered, her fingers trailing lightly over his thigh as though to comfort him. It wasn't really a sexual gesture, more of a friendly one.
A slight gasp escaped her lips when he kissed her again. It was different this time, a bit more intense. She followed his lead, her lips parting slightly, inviting him to deepen the kiss. Her hand found his and entwined their fingers, wanting more contact with him, but not trusting herself completely to keep things going at this slow, patient pace.