It was a binding spell primarily, with a stream of /incendio/ running down the middle and a few other surprises, just for the sake of it.
"Ronald is just a friend," she insisted, breath hitching.
He looked at her then. "Oh, this isn't about Weasley."
She blinked. "It's not?"
"Ronald is just a friend," she insisted, breath hitching.
He looked at her then. "Oh, this isn't about Weasley."
She blinked. "It's not?"
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He admired his work. Granger was spread upon the wall, arms above her head and legs spread wide. She was cuffed with magical shackles, glittering and golden, on her wrists and ankles. She was also completely naked.
"You'd let the whole world fuck you if I let them, wouldn't you, Granger?"
She sputtered. "I would ne—"
He clapped a hand over her cunt...
She cried out, a choked sound that sent tremors down to his cock. He watched her come undone at his hand, over and over again, his fingers beckoning her over the edge of oblivion, and he was just getting started.