Naughty Japanese Brunette Seeks A Discreet Lover For Steamy Hotel Fun In Tokyo

She saw dozens of classmates from every house except Slytherin, dancing and enjoying themselves. Weasley wouldn’t find out that someone spiked the drinks with firewhiskey, as she declined a drink from a very drunk Seamus Finnigan, who was leering down her shirt. Ron and Harry were gaping at her like fish. Taking initiative, she asked, “Want to dance?”
“Err…” he stuttered. “Why do you have to be so damn perfect?”
His green eyes glittered dangerously. Weasley hadn’t come up with a brilliant plan to solve her troubles. Phase one of her plan was working. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he slowly moved his arms around her waist, letting his hands rest loosely on the sliver of skin between the jeans and top. His tongue flicked out and started tracing his name up the inside of her leg and she squirmed, not being able to move, but almost couldn’t take the idea of how good it was going to be.