With something between hunger and amusement, he pointed to the table and she hastened to move over to it, Snape right on her heels. As soon as she reached the edge, she felt one hand at her back pressing her to bend down while the other tapped an area of the surface a foot or so beyond her head. "Arms out in front," he murmured, and no sooner had she complied then she felt the tingle of magic as her wrists were clamped to the table with what felt like manacles. She shivered, and then felt his shoe tapping at the inside of her ankle. "Wider," he prompted, tapping at her feet until they were as wide as the table legs and then, with another tingle of magic, her ankles were bound as well. With the short end of the table pressing into her hips and her arms stretched out in front of her, she was effectively immobilised, though she ached to move, to press against him, to do  something  to feel his touch. 