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“Do you know the difference between us, Potter?”


“Would you like a list?”


“Cute, very cute,” Pansy smirked as she straddled the lanky wizard. “Boys are not as intelligent as girls.”


“I beg to differ,” Harry spoke up in defense of his fellow man.


“Need I remind you which one of us is laying bound to the bed?” Pansy arched a raven brow, giving him a pointed look.


“How do you know that it was not an evil plot of mine? Perhaps I allowed you to tie me to the bed because I wanted you to have your wicked way with me,” he declared, rather proud that he was able to form coherent thought when she was rubbing against him like that.


“Boys are also rather predictable,” she sighed dramatically. “I merely have to touch you here,” her hand caressed his chest, “and you’re my willing slave.”


“Girls are rather predictable, too,” he moaned softly as her thumb brushed against his nipple. “If I touch you there, you’ll do whatever I want.”


“No, I simply allow you to believe I am driven by my desires. Boys are more docile and easily managed if they think they have the power and control. Everyone knows that girls are always in control,” Pansy moved her tongue along his neck.


“I like when you’re in control,” he muttered as he squirmed beneath her. His glasses slid down his nose and he could feel his hair against his forehead, threatening to block his view of the pretty witch doing such wickedly wonderful things to his body.


“Do you want to know the biggest different between boys and girls, Potter?” Pansy asked huskily before nipping his ear.


“Yes,” he hissed as she continued to rub against him.


“Boys are hard.” Her hand gripped his cock and she lowered herself on to his erection, her breasts pressed against his chest. Catching his eyes, she smiled at her husband as she began to move, her lips pressing against his before she whispered, “And girls are ever so soft.”