He walked her to the grand bed in the center of the room and then roughly threw her on the large bed. The tentacles were still roped around her limbs. She struggled some more but abruptly stopped when she felt a curious sensation on her bare skin. It felt like a piece of the softest silk was being dragged across her arms. When she bent down to look at what it was, she saw more of the rope-like tentacles, but these were different from the ones wrapped around her hands. While the ones holding her down were black, rough, and thick, these new ones were golden, thin and velvety smooth. They glided over skin with the softest of touches. She involuntarily closed her eyes when these golden tentacles rubbed her arms. The sensation was so smooth and comforting, that she momentarily forgot what was happening, that was until one of the tentacles went under her shirt and started caressing her skin. She renewed her struggles, while shouting at him to let her go. But then, his large hands were on her body and he was tearing through her clothes. In no time, he had ripped her shirt and bra. When he got to her skinny-fit denim jeans, he struggled a bit to get them off, and when he was unsuccessful, he just waved his hands over the cloth and it disappeared completely. If Hermione wasn't so mortified with her naked state, she would've been impressed by the magic of the creature.