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Pansy shrieks, batting Ginny’s hand away from her arse as she’s pinched on her way by. “You're incorrigible!” she admonishes.
Ginny smirks. “Well your arse incorriges me.”
Pansy winks at her and settles herself in front of Luna, hip pressing to Luna’s thigh, and leans her crossed arms on Draco’s shoulder. Luna’s fingers gently tuck Pansy's hair behind her ear, and she turns her head to skim her lips over Luna's pulse point before turning back and pouting fetchingly for the camera.
“Hurry up and take the damn photo, Harry!” Ginny heckles, as Luna slots herself against Ginny's side, arms circling her waist. She props her chin on Ginny’s tanned, freckled shoulder, a soft smile on her face.
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Looking over Harry’s arm at the polaroid, Pansy admires Luna’s serene expression and the soft slope of her shoulders. Then Ginny, with her long, thick ponytail, the fiery strands tickling creamy collarbones and her devilish smirk.
“What should it be called?” Luna asks, peering over Pansy’s shoulder at the group photo.
A sly smirk curves Pansy’s lips, and she shoots a glance at Ginny. “A fag and his hags?”
Ginny grins, and Draco pretends to scoff as Luna dubs the photo such.