Chapter 4
Pansy, true to her word, continued with her plan to destroy Ginny. She invited her out to a Fall picnic under a big Oak on school grounds. The sun was high and the air was crisp when they settled down for some girl talk.
Pansy started. "So rumor has it you went out with Marcus Flint."
"He's okay. He kept talking about this head case he went out with over the summer.
"Really...head case," Pansy probed with a frown.
"Yeah, merlin what a loser she must be. Anywho, Marcus has invited me to London after the Yule Ball for winter holiday."
"That's great," Pansy lied.
"You think so? I don't know, I guess I'm just scared."
"Of what?" Pansy said stifling a chuckle.
"Duh, boys! I've never even gone to first base with a boy."
"Haven't you ever practiced on one of your girlfriends?" Pansy asked already knowing the answer.
"Ew, no! That's gross."
"It's not gross, how do you think girls learn? Face me...now close your eyes and wet your lips."
"Are you for real," asked Ginny a bit shocked.
"Do you want to learn or what?"
"I guess."
Pansy leaned in to Ginny, pressed her lips to her mouth and gave her a sensually soft kiss.
"See that wasn't so scary, now was it?"
"It was nothing," smiled Ginny.
"Okay, let's try it again, only this time I'm going to stick my tongue in your mouth and when I do that I want you to massage my tongue with yours...and that's what first base is."
"Okay," Ginny said tentatively.
"Eyes closed," Pansy reminded.
Pansy again leaned in and caressed Ginny's cheek and pulled her closer by her chin guiding her as she pleased. The gentleness of the kiss steadily grew to a fevered pitch until Pansy finished the lesson.
"That was cool," was Ginny's awkward response.
"Maybe you should try it on your friend Harry sometime."
"What are you saying?" questioned Ginny.
"Oh, come on Ginny, it's so obvious he's crazy about you."
"He sends me owls you know...love letters."
"That's so romantic, have you responded?"
"NO!"
"Well, don't you like him?"
Ginny couldn't hold it in any longer. "I do like him! I think about him all the time. I don't know what to do, if my mother finds out she'll kill me."
"You did hide the letters, right?"
"In the trunk, in my room."
"Okay, make copies of the letters and bring them to me."
"Why?"
"Because if there is one thing I'm great at it's love letters. With my help, you'll have Harry eating out of the palm of your hand. Maybe I can even arrange a little get together in the Room of Requirement for the two of you."
"You'd do that for me? said Ginny with a sigh of relief.
"Of course, silly, we're friends, right?"
"Best Friends!"