James x Pansy // nsfw
“Ms. Parkinson. Can you stay for a moment.”
“I told you he’d be mad,” The blonde Greengrass giggles in her friend’s ear.
“Yes, Professor Potter?”
“You may leave, Daphne.”
He can wait. And he does, for the blonde to slink out of the room leaving James alone with Pansy.
“Ms. Parkinson. Can you stay for a moment.”
“I told you he’d be mad,” The blonde Greengrass giggles in her friend’s ear.
“Yes, Professor Potter?”
“You may leave, Daphne.”
He can wait. And he does, for the blonde to slink out of the room leaving James alone with Pansy.
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Pansy looks up at him through wide brown eyes. “I spilled pumpkin juice on myself at lunch.”
“And you didn’t have a moment to grab a fresh shirt?”
She shakes her head. “No, Professor Potter.”
“Interesting.
It’s obvious the girl is fighting a grin while James is fighting the urge to spank her arse raw. “He offered. He was being polite.”
“Take it off.”
“I thought you’d like seeing your name on me.”
Lifting her chin in defiance, Pansy grabs the hem of the quidditch shirt and drags it up her body, over her head, and drops it on the floor at James’s feet.
His brow arches.
“Yes, Professor. It got everywhere. I was /soaked/.” She stands proud in her knickers, her pink nipples poking temptingly through her lace bra.
“Defying dress code is grounds for punishment. You are aware of that, yes?”
“Yes, Professor.”
Pansy bites her lip, acting coy. “But Professor—”
“Now, Ms. Parkinson. I don’t have all evening.”
She complies, her chest flat against the black-topped table, her arms stretched so her hands can wrap around the edge.