A/N: For the Slash/Femmslash BC (noise), Femmslash Project, Femmslash Challenge, and the Ultimate Femmslash Competition.
Once again, Pansy ends up in your bed at night. "They'll see," you whisper.
She only shrugs, her grin barely visible in the darkness. "Let them see. It's not like I'm shagging a Mudblood like Granger."
Your brows raise, a laugh threatening to escape your throat. "Oh, we're shagging now, are we? I think you're doing it wrong."
The other girl rises to the challenge. Her lips find your neck, and her hand slides slowly, teasingly up your inner thigh.
You groan, eyes closing. "Pansy..."
It's hard to keep the noise low when she's touching you like this. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood, but it doesn't silence the gasp.
"Careful, love," Pansy murmurs, and you can hear the smirk in her tone. "They'll hear you."