Pansy blinked, several times, as the contact was broken. Oh, damn. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She cursed herself, mentally berating the decision made on the spur of the moment.
But hadn't the other girl parted her lips? Hadn't her hand moved up, her warm, soft hand, touching Pansy's cheek, stroking it with her thumb? She swallowed, hard, hating this feeling of vulnerability, the sort of thing she never, ever left herself open to.
"I'm so sorry," she said, unable to look the other girl in the eyes. "I shouldn't have done that. Are you alright?" She was mortified, wanted to take her wand and either Avada herself or find some way to melt into the floor.