Breathless
@potter-h
Harry didn’t have enough time to regain the air that had been pushed out of him when Pansy had pushed him back against the wall of her shoppe before she had pushed her lips against his.
She tasted of tea, and lavender, and magic.
The wizard put his hands on her shoulders with the intention of pushing her back, away. What is she doing? But instead of pushing, his fingers curled around her shoulders and his own lips responded…
“Wait,” he said, breathless. “What’s going on? What are you doing?”
“If you don’t know, then obviously, Potter, you need this more than I do.”
Her lips tingled with the spark of unexpected magic her breath-stealing kiss had conjured at his response. Pleased by his reaction, but still unsatisfied, Pansy smirked up at him, her leg running up alongside his as she rubbed her petite but curvaceous body against the hard planes of his.
She’d been thinking about him all day. After all, her till was filled with the galleons his little unexpected morning visit had garnered. She had to thank him for her knew wealth, shouldn’t she? Isn’t that what was expected of her?
No wizard or man was ever satisfied with a simple smile and a spoken word of gratitude from a witch he’d just assisted.