"You can make sounds," he chuckled, his blunt incisors tracing the edge of her shoulder as his fingers played with her with an expertise that astonished her. Her body responded to him like it was fucking designed for it. She shivered and let out a whimper. "You have some admirers," he murmured, and when she looked around, she saw that a woman about twenty feet away was looking in her direction, or seemed to be - Hermione remembered at the last moment to avoid making eye contact. She was fondling her breasts and facing their direction, her partner was fingering her with one hand and fondling himself with the other. He too appeared to be facing in their direction. "Shall we give them a bit more of a show?" Hermione’s throat was dry. The idea of having them watch as Snape pleasured her was... terrifying, but she also sensed and shared his excitement. She bit her lip. 