ϟ Yer a Wizard, Harry

As soon as she felt his hand exploring the most vulnerable part of her body, unconsciously moving closer to him, her hands clenching into his shoulders. Her chest rising and falling as a wave of heat rushed through her veins, soft moans leaving her lips. She breathed out his name, moving a hand to gently grip his hair. It was surreal, his teasing touch over those soft spots of her skin. She whimpered, explicit sensations he was giving her.

She could feel his hardness pressed against her thigh and she forgot how to breathe. Her fingers trailed down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his trousers. Shyly, her eyes searching for his, nervousness always present in her movements. “Do you want me to…?” 

He nodded, robbed of speech. With a lust-filled, glazed expression, he watches her move above him. Her thigh glanced against his throbbing desire and he let out a low moan.

“Merlin, Pansy…. please,” he begged, arching against her, his fingers clutching the bedclothes at his hips.

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