Disclaimer: All characters are Joanne Rowling's. Pansy talks about her adventurous late nights in the Slytherin common room. Millicent/Pansy pairing.

Late At Night

By Josephine Spark

I lie away and stare through the drapes that are surrounding my bed. Just through a small gap I can see her. Led on her bed. Possibly asleep I'm not sure. All I know is I can see the outline of her figure. It's not perfect, but neither is mine. She's beautiful. I'd give anything to hold her, to touch her and kiss her. Her long brown hair looks so silky. Her eyes. They're dark and deep. I find them so mysterious… They're almost drawing me in…

I noticed her move. She turned over. Now I can see her face. Her lips are perfectly pouted, smooth, plump and deep red in colour. Her nose. It's not pug like, unlike mine. Her's is much slimmer, longer and I think I can see a few freckles. So cute. Then there's her eyes, they're open and staring straight back at me. Like they do every night. Every night before we fuck. It builds up to the moment. Watching your lover who's watching you. Seeing their body move sensually and slowly beneath the thin cotton sheets. Makes the sex that much better.

I couldn't possibly call it "making love" because it's not. It's pure "fucking" as she likes to call it. I once told her I wanted to make love to her but she laughed at me. Not a mean laugh. She just thinks "fucking" is so dirty and hot it can't possably compare to a "pussy word" like "making love".

I keep wondering what she's thinking. I can see her hand moving between her legs. Rubbing herself hard but silently. A few minutes later she comes and by this time my own hand in between my legs. I came quite fast but it wasn't as good as it could have been. I'm always scared someone's watching or listening to us.

She smiled at me from her bed and I sat up. She got out of bed and walked over to me. Pulling the drapes back she climbed into my bed. I can feel her slide her legs down mine. From just the littlest touch my body's aching for her. And she for me. At least judging by her tongue caressing mine I think she does.

"Mill…" I said in a whisper, my eyes tightly shut.

"Mmm?" I hear her mumble back.

"Spell…"

She passed me my wand and giggled. "Honestly you're such a scardy cat. Who cares if people want to listen to us.

I waved it at the drapes. "Silenco" I whispered. She kissed me again and removed my night dress.

The drapes closed shut and we were sound proof. Now no one would hear us.

The End

A/N

I know it's very short but it seemed to tell me that was enough… Hope you enjoyed it!

Looking round ff.net I realised there wasn't much femme slash and as I enjoy reading it very much, I decided to write some. Please review… and be constructive with your comments.