Once out on the street, Pansy pulled her along beside her, back to the side street. Once there, rather than disapparating, she smirked and pushed Hermione against the wall of the nearest building. She silenced the brunette's surprised cry with her lips, moaning as she tasted the remnants of wine on her tongue. One hand worked it's way up Hermione's leg, across her thigh, before finally stopping as she felt the wetness there.