Running down the Hedge Maze 🌲
Her eyes widened and then she was doing a pleased little shimmy before she skipped over and climbed up to stand on the bench. He crouched down and—there was no other way to do this but to get his head between her legs, his hands on her thighs, her fingers around his wrists. And then he was pushing up to standing and she was letting loose a shriek and slapping her hand across his forehead as she hung on to him.
“Oh my giddy aunt,” muttered Neville as she jerked his head back but he kept hold of her legs and then she was balanced.
“Oh my Merlin, I’m so tall!” called out Pansy—
Neville was laughing—
“I can see everything! Don’t laugh, you.” She was pulling his hair. “I spend all my time looking at everyone’s backsides—”
Neville was laughing and she was tugging his head to the right—
“Go this way—”
So he did.
She steered him through the maze, yelling, “Hurry, hurry!” and then yelping when he jostled her, the muscles in her legs tensing, her fingers gripping his head. It was ridiculous—he loved it.
~ Chapter 15 (Dirty, Flirty, and Vindictive by whatmurdah on Ao3)
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Commission work for the lovely @amandabynds on Instagram!
