Finished herself off.

The former Harry Potter felt a twinge of disappointment as she reached her climax, her body trembling with the intensity of her self-induced pleasure. Yet, it was a mere shadow of the ecstasy Draco's magical touch could provide. And the dominance that Pansy displays.

She stepped out of the shower, her skin still tingling from the warm water, and wrapped herself in a towel. As she dried off, she couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that had crept in. The memory of Draco's touch haunted her, making her crave more than just her own hand. Both of theirs faces flashing in her fantasies.

Rose couldn't understand it. She wasn't gay. She never had these feelings before. But now that she had experienced the pleasure of a man's touch, she wanted more. She hated herself for desiring him, but her body had a mind of its own. It craved the masculine connection that only he could provide.

But Pansy little cunty face will not vanish either. She hates how this new body response to both of their torments.

She finished dressing and headed back to the dormitory, knowing she wouldn't get much sleep that night. As she lay in bed, she resolved to put these feelings behind her.

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