You sat in Slytherin's common room, talking with friends from your year. Pansy was sat on your lap, her head nuzzled into your neck, taking in your scent of (enter your scent). She was in the year below, but that didn't matter, you loved her. She was getting impatient of waiting for you to finish with your friends.

"Baby... please hurry up!" she whines into your neck, loud enough for your friends to hear