Ginny wasn't going to protest. What was there to protest? His lips trapped the soft barely there sounds she was making, the soft moan as his hand moved over her curves. They'd only been in here for a couple of minutes. What was the worst that could happen if they got caught? There were tracking charms, for Merlin's sake. It's not like anyone couldn't find them if they just looked.
Uncaring and feeling bold, Ginny slid her fingertips lower, playing them against the fasten of his trousers. It was obvious that he'd been thinking about her as much as she had him. Breaking the kiss, she grinned. "Just like school, eh?" Sneaking snogs in the pantry certainly was, at least.