Somewhere on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, two girls, entangled in the roots of a giant tree, panted and kissed violently. Ginny, realizing that the black-haired girl would probably let her cop a feel, tentatively began inching her hand under her shirt. Instantly, Pansy's eyes opened and Ginny stopped kissing her neck to stare back. Pansy lifted herself up to give Ginny a brief kiss, which turned into other, slightly less brief kisses, and Ginny, relieved, slid her hand up Pansy's back and unhooked her bra, with only a little fumbling.
The tempo of their kissing increased. Soon, Ginny's blouse hung open and Pansy was naked to the waist. Their hands moved over each other, searching, hungry, but still too tentative to go too far south.
The night wind sighed through the trees. It was early autumn, and just beginning to get cold. Overheated as she was from excitement and desire, Ginny could see that Pansy, at least, was feeling it, from the way the skin around her nipples puckered. Shyness making her breath short, she bent to lick one vulnerable, exposed nipple.
Pansy made an exhilarating noise, somewhere between a sigh and a moan. This encouraged Ginny, or rather more than encouraged her: it gave her a heady sense of power, and she grinned up at Pansy, who stared at her through dark lashes, waiting for more. Keeping eye contact, Ginny closed her lips around Pansy's nipple and pressed them together.
When her tongue brushed the tip, Pansy's head fell back, exposing her pale neck, which fairly glowed in the darkness. Ginny noticed an involuntary movement of the other girl's hands, which seemed to be in the direction of her hips.
Pansy propped herself up on her elbows at this point, dislodging Ginny's lips and looking her levelly. "Get on with it, then, if you're going to be a tease," she hissed.
Ginny thought she knew what Pansy meant, but she looked away, not sure if she was prepared for this. She'd never really made out with anyone before, other than a few passes made at her by Cormac MacLaggen, and a few stolen kisses with Harry. Her apprehensive gaze fell on her wand, lying discarded a foot away. Ginny's eyebrows went up, and she glanced at Pansy, who was still fixing her with a challenging gaze.
"Close your eyes," she said to Pansy, and Pansy complied. Ginny thanked her stars that Pansy was wearing a skirt and not something more complicated, reached under said skirt to pull down a pair of green silk panties (Slytherin pride even in undergarments), and picked up her wand.
Someday, perhaps this will be continued.