It sure is

Harry’s gaze softened as Pansy’s lips lingered against his, her breath warm and teasing. The air in the Prefect’s Bathroom was thick with steam and the lingering electricity of their shared intensity. Cassiopeia, still catching her breath, leaned back against the tub’s edge, her curvy legs draped languidly over the steps, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she watched Pansy take the lead.

Pansy’s hands slid up Harry’s chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his collarbone before tangling in his damp hair. She tugged gently, pulling his head closer, her kiss deepening with a hunger that sent a jolt through him. “You didn’t think I’d let Cass have all the fun, did you?” she murmured against his lips, her voice low and sultry, her dark eyes glinting with mischief.

Harry’s hands found her waist, his fingers digging into the soft curve of her hips as he pulled her flush against him. “Never,” he replied, his voice rough with desire. The water lapped gently around them, the warmth amplifying every touch as Pansy pressed herself closer, her body molding to his. Her lips trailed from his mouth to his jaw, then down the column of his neck, each kiss deliberate, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

Cassiopeia shifted, sliding closer to the pair, her fingers brushing lightly along Pansy’s back. “Don’t keep him all to yourself, love,” she purred, her voice a teasing lilt as she leaned in, her lips grazing Pansy’s shoulder. Pansy shivered at the dual sensation—Harry’s firm grip and Cassiopeia’s soft, teasing touch. Her head tilted back, exposing the delicate line of her throat, and Cassiopeia took the invitation, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss there.

Harry’s hands roamed lower, cupping Pansy’s rear as he lifted her slightly, the water making her body slick and pliant against his. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist, the movement pulling them both deeper into the tub’s warm embrace. The bubbles swirled around them, tickling their skin as the tension built once more.

Pansy’s eyes locked onto Harry’s, her gaze fierce and unguarded. “You’re not getting away that easily,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. She rocked her hips against him, the friction sending a shudder through them both. Harry groaned, his grip tightening as he matched her rhythm, the water sloshing gently with their movements.

Cassiopeia’s hands slid around Pansy’s waist, her fingers brushing against Harry’s as she leaned in, her lips finding Pansy’s in a slow, sensual kiss. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through Harry, his breath hitching as he watched the two women, their connection as intoxicating as their touch. Cassiopeia’s tongue darted out, teasing Pansy’s lips, and Pansy moaned softly, her body arching between them.

“Merlin, you two,” Harry muttered, his voice thick with awe and desire. He leaned forward, capturing Cassiopeia’s lips in a brief, heated kiss before turning back to Pansy, his mouth claiming hers with renewed intensity. The three of them moved together, a tangle of limbs and whispered gasps, the water amplifying every sensation as they lost themselves in the moment.

Pansy’s movements grew more urgent, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts as she clung to Harry, her nails leaving faint marks on his skin. Cassiopeia’s hands roamed freely, one sliding down Pansy’s spine while the other tangled in Harry’s hair, guiding him closer. The air was heavy with the scent of jasmine from the bath and the raw, unspoken need that pulsed between them.

As the tension coiled tighter, Pansy’s head fell back against Cassiopeia’s shoulder, her body trembling as she neared the edge. “Harry,” she gasped, her voice a **** plea. He responded with a low growl, his hands guiding her hips as he pushed her closer to release. Cassiopeia’s lips brushed Pansy’s ear, whispering soft encouragements that sent shivers down her spine.

The crescendo hit like a wave, Pansy’s body arching as she cried out, her voice echoing off the tiled walls. Harry held her through it, his own release following close behind, a low groan escaping him as the intensity overtook him. Cassiopeia’s arms wrapped around them both, her touch grounding them as they rode out the aftershocks, their breaths mingling in the steamy air.

For a moment, they stayed like that, tangled together in the warm water, the only sounds the gentle lapping of the bath and their slowing breaths. Pansy’s head rested against Harry’s chest, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on his skin, while Cassiopeia leaned against his shoulder, her eyes half-lidded with contentment.

“Well,” Cassiopeia said at last, her voice a playful drawl, “I suppose we can forgive you for being late, Potter.” She flicked a bit of water at him, her smirk returning.

Pansy chuckled, lifting her head to meet Harry’s gaze. “Only if you don’t make a habit of it,” she added, her tone teasing but her eyes soft with affection.

Harry grinned, pulling them both closer. “No promises,” he said, his voice warm with humor. “But I’ll make it worth your while.”

The three of them laughed, the sound echoing through the bathroom as they sank back into the water, content to linger in the warmth of each other’s company for just a little longer.