...ack for her comments. With slow, deliberate movements, he undressed, his angry gaze leveled at Pansy who continued to soak peacefully in the water, unaware of the danger she was in.
“Why don’t you crawl over here and give me a bit of…encouragement.” Harry did his best impression of Draco’s hated sneer and made a show of stroking himself.
“How vulgar.” Pansy rolled her eyes, but nonetheless glided through the water to reach him. She crawled out of the bathtub, water dripping from her as she knelt in front of him. Harry groaned as she brushed her lips against him. In his excitement, his hips jerked roughly.
“Mmpf!” Pansy made a slight gagging sound as she backed away. “Be careful, Draco!”
“Sorry,” he said tightly. “I guess I was a little too eager.”
Her eyes gleamed in satisfaction at his words. “That’s alright,” she purred. “I like making you lose control.” Lust mingled with anger inside him, and he eagerly buried his fingers into her thick, glossy hair. To his surprise, Pansy didn’t seem to mind his rough handling of her. In fact, she seemed to be getting off on it. He noticed how her hand drifted from his thigh down to the flat plane of her belly and smiled darkly to himself. The fact that Pansy was enjoying herself with him (even in Draco’s body) felt immensely satisfying.
However, Harry had ...