Her lips turned down at the corners. She had this picture of the two of them in bed, of how he fucked her from behind and she liked it. More than liked it. And yet as much as she had, the thought that it was Pucey...
"Pucey," she said, shaking her head. "He's a Chaser. We played against each other in school, so it's bit of an old rivalry I suppose."
She shook her head, her eyes raising to him. "Believe me, I'm having a much less combative time tonight."