...or opened for her, Pansy quickly shoved Draco through.
She finally dropped his arm once they were inside. “Alone at last,” she said as she walked to the edge of the huge bathtub. Pansy bent down and turned the taps on, the heavy scent of lilacs filling the room. With a sidelong glance at Draco (who was tugging on his fringe and avoiding her), she straightened up and shrugged off her school robe, leaving it pooled around her feet. She finally provoked a reaction out of him when she reached the third button on her shirt.
“Wh-What are you doing?” he stuttered in embarrassment as he directed his gaze at the spot on the wall just above her head.
Pansy frowned. His behavior tonight was starting to irritate her. “Really, Draco,” she sighed dramatically as she tossed the shirt to the side and began to tug her skirt down. “You need to stop spending so much time with Crabbe and Goyle. They’re starting to rub off on you.”
She didn’t bother with the undergarments tonight, and the soft gasp behind her was the reason why. Her lips curled into a smirk as she stepped down and sank into the warm water.
This was definitely a bad situa...