"Damn it, Granger. Can’t follow a simple instruction." He jerks her head up by her hair, then lets go with an angry shove, snagging both of her wrists again with both of his. With an impressive bit of wordless magic, he manages to plaster her body down against the table with his, stretch her upper body out long against the length of stacked cloaks, and affix her hands to the wall above her head, and all before she can fill her lungs to mutter a scream or counter-curse in her own defense.