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Pansy chuckles. We’re in the middle of the hall! “Can I-”
“No.” Pansy sneers at her. Every inch of her is dusted with tiny freckles, and the soft auburn curls between her legs glisten, slightly damp. “Can I-”
“No.” Pansy sneers at her. She stalks the corridors long after dark, prefect badge shining dully on her chest in the moonlight that spills through high windows. “Tell me to stop.” Pansy hisses. Ginny falls to her knees and looks up pleadingly into cold dark eyes. Her skirt dances around pale thighs as she moves, lithe, catlike. She feels like she might faint, and the pleasure is almost more than she can bear. “If you’re going to punish me,” she fights to keep her voice from quivering, though she doesn’t know just what she fears, “go ahead and get it over with.”
Pansy’s eyes flick over Ginny’s body, savoring the slender, muscular form
