"So, I went to walk away, fairly quickly mind you, when I felt an arm wrap around my waist and pull me back flush against a hard-warm body. I knew it was him of course." I'll be honest, I know for a fact that I will never forget that feeling.
"What did you do?" my co-conspirator since the age of 3 asked.
"For a moment, nothing."
"Nothing?"
I just knew she was going to push for more.
"I just froze. Okay?"
One perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose, "Drake I've seen you under the worst of circumstances and you neverjust freeze."
Lowering my eyes to the floor I began to shift in my seat.
"Draco…"
I didn't have to look up at her face to know that her eyes were now narrowing.
Beginning to feel the weight of her stare I started "Well, I….what I mean to say is…"
Long red fingernails began to tap the surface of the table.
"Oh..ALRIGHT" I snapped as I looked back up at her. With as much dignity as I could muster I looked her straight in the eyes and said. "I think I might have also whimpered."
I watched as the irritation drained from her face only to be replaced by mild shock and dare I say it, the little hussy looked rather amused. "Whimpered?"
"I think."
"Whimpered." She stated again just to make sure that she'd heard the right word.
"Damn it Pans. I have no other word for it."
Her amusement seemed to be growing, as a full grin spread across her face.
"So, let me get this straight. You froze and whimpered because you were pulled up against his hard body?"
"Well it wasn't that exactly. It was rather a combination of things." I explained exasperatedly.
"Do go on darling. Please. I need to hear the details as to what turned the Slytherin Ice Prince into a whimpering mess."
"Oh fuck off Pans." I said and rose to leave.
A giggle left her as she grabbed my wrist. "Come. Sit. You know I'm just messing with you."
Staring down at her I gave her my best "you've pissed me off and I'm a little hurt" glare.
"Please." she said, the grin however never leaving her face. "I promise no more hurtful quips."
Tilting my nose in the air a little, I sniffed at her indignantly. "Fine. But one more …."
Throwing her right hand over her heart. "I promise." she stated with as much false honesty as she could muster. I know this because the bint was still grinning from ear to ear.
Sighing, I sat and let my shoulders slouch just a little.
Realizing that I was no longer ready to bolt, she turned the conversation back to the original topic. "So, the series of events went from you trading barbs with Longbottom to you getting aggravated and stomping off. Then he grabbed you from behind and pulling you up against him and you whimpered… am I getting it all correct?"
"Most of it."
"There's more?
"Kind of. It was more what he did after he pulled me up against him."
I knew I had her full attention at this point because all pretenses of humor had left her face as she sat forward.
"After he had pulled me up against him and before I could say anything he bent down, bit the side of my neck and then licked it."
Wide eyes stared back at me.
"That's when I think I whimpered."
With bated breath, she whispered "What happened then?"
"I have no idea. One minute he was there doing…that" I gestured towards my neck "the next I was left standing there in the middle of the corridor of the ministry breathing hard, with him gone."
Pansy sat back in her chair seemingly to think. Eyes wide, face a little flushed. She looked as turned on as I felt at the time. (Still feel if I'm being honest with myself.)
After a few minutes of quiet contemplation, which I'm sure was her reenacting the scene in her own dirty little mind, she said "Wow"
Crossing my legs and glancing over at her I muttered, "Indeed."
"Longbottom's changed." she stated
I felt a slight shiver run through me as I said, "You have no idea Pans."