She wetted her lips, just like Hermione had done the night before. Pansy pouted. Xxx He took her hands in his own, his mouth still working on her breasts. “Then you better enjoy your last minutes in this school,” she said sweetly. Ron put his shirt back on. “No, no, no. Hermione was lying on the desks. Then, to Ron’s great surprise, Pansy’s hands went to his hair and she started to caress it. She turned and walked slowly towards the Great Hall, leaving a deadly silence behind her. Her back banged against the table as a soft pain spread from her shoulder blades to the rest of her body. What was Hermione thinking? “You and her on these desks,” she said touching them. Read 67239 times |
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