Pansy smirked, kissing him back lightly. Her whole body warmed and shivered at the word 'seducing'. She wasn't trying to seduce him, but the thought that she was doing so was very, very enticing.
Her lips parted into a slight 'o' when he backed away, her eyebrows rising slightly. That little smirk was infuriatingly sexy.
She closed the distance between them in a moment, her hands grasping his waist. "Oh no you don't. Peter is with Mimsy, and we are not done here," she told him, one eyebrow quirked.
Leaning up, pressing her body against his, she kissed him, firmer this time, pushing all the warmth and desire she felt into the kiss.