"Can you imagine being in my panties..." Ginny whispered to Harry her cheeks flushing crimson at her forwardness.
"I'd rather imagine you in them..." he answered with smile. His eyes ran over her body, as if she were naked.
However, they both signed up for the Swapping Club. Their signatures separated, and appeared on the relevant form. Harry's appearing beneath the Ghostly image of Professor Binns. While Ginny's appeared beneath the one of the Head of the House.
"It's nice to see the clubs starting up again." He said as he pulled her close to his side.
"Once we have experience with the spell, we'll be able to work it on our own..." Ginny's voice dropped too quiet for Harry to hear, so he leaned in.
"... and I'll be able to feel this from the other side too." Her hands tracing the outline of Harry's member through the fabric of his trousers. The caressing touch, meaning it rather pleasingly responded to her touch. Harry started to stutter and babble. With a single finger across his lips...
"It's a compliment.... I'm taking it as a compliment." She also put an odd emphasis on 'taking' that suggested a whole host of dirty -NO- filthy ideas in Harry's mind.
Trying to regain control of this situation. "I think I'd enjoy duelling, having you at my mercy... Your body petrified... only your eyes darting eagerly back and forth, as you lie defenceless before my ravages."
Beside him, Ginny gave a shudder.... more of a shiver... a frisson of excitement.
He lifted an eyebrow archly to show he was only joking. However, they were both imagining the situation in graphic detail.
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