It was his turn to chuckle devilishly. He wasn’t cruel with her, however—he simply pushed inside her, turning her into an incoherent, screaming and moaning mess, but she didn’t regret any moment of this evening, not even when she saw the stars and could barely move afterwards. He fell asleep well before her, holding her in his arms, and Pansy thought that she wouldn’t mind it being something more than one nightstand.