...breasts just below the water’s surface, begging to be fondled.
“It’s too bad Potter and his friends managed to escape,” she said as she closed her eyes. She snickered and Harry suddenly went still at her next words. “At least that house-elf got what it deserved.”
White-hot rage surged through him, burning away all any thoughts of Horcruxes. His only goal right now was to pay Pansy back 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...