She could feel the throbbing between her legs and knew if she hadn't gotten away from the witch, they would likely have not stopped any time soon. She watched as Hermione nodded with a sad look on her face, moving to get out of the pool. Pansy's eyes were glued to the witch as she stood and walked over to the bench by the door where her towel was laying. If she couldn't be with her, she at least was going to enjoy the view given to her. She continued to watch as Hermione slowly got dressed, groaning internally as she admired the Gryffindor's beautiful figure.