Harry shook his head at the purpose intended for his poor ladder and left, paused in the hallway and then closed the door behind him.
Hermione smiled contentedly and sashayed over to the ladder Pansy was balancing on. She came to a stop where she had a good look at her girlfriend's efforts.
Pansy hissed at her that she better not do this again and Hermione made a mental note to do this again, and worse next time.
She had been watching gleefully for a good ten minutes before Pansy finally managed to tear her underwear free from the maliciously clinking chandelier.
She clambered down and stared at Hermione calculatingly, and then her expression morphed.
It twisted into a challenging smirk as her hands snaked under her black designer skirt and the beige panties she'd been wearing dropped to the floor.
She stepped out of them, never once breaking eye contact with her victim as she pulled on the recovered black pair of underwear agonizingly slowly.
"Now", Pansy purred, extending a perfectly manicured hand. "How about you give me back my wand?"
Thank you for wasting your time on this! I know the whole thing really didn't have a point to it, but I did have fun writing it and hope you enjoyed it too.
Have a nice day :)
CaenCha