Pansy was almost holding her breath as he stood near her, speaking in his low voice. Everything he did was exciting and electrifying. He wasn’t like the boys at school, there was something about him, something that kept her addicted. She smirked at him, pushing her hair playfully behind her ear.
“Wouldn’t you rather that? Pull me into an empty classroom, and strip me of my tight schoolgirl uniform, leave me in nothing by my heels and my Slytherin tie? Bend me over your knee and spank me for being awfully naughty.” She challenged, though she shivered at his words and his touch.
“Besides, Our relationship is hardly appropriate.” She pulled away, taking a step back from him with a challenging look. “You’re six years older, and I’m just a student. You’re taking advantage,” she smirked, “and I have to stay proper, my reputation and that of my future husband is on the line.” She said jutting her chin out with a smirk.