Pansy rather thought she and Amy had developed a kind of camaraderie through their letters. She'd tried to be as helpful from afar as she could in Amy's campaign for Slytherin.
Pansy's smirk grew at the growl and words. She resisted the urge, though, to lean forward and nip at the sharp and delectable line of his jaw. She certainly didn't want to give Amy any ideas—at least in front of Theo.
Her smile warmed sympathetically at Amy's blush. She could imagine the confusion that the fourteen-year-old was feeling. It was always rather momentous, that moment where you realize that boys are boys and things are a lot more complicated than you'd thought them to be.
"We'll see you at dinner then?" she asked with a little grin, wanting to get back to snogging Theo. She made a mental note, though, to find time to sit down and have a little chat with Amy.