The American wizard chuckles, and tugs at her hair painfully, turning her head toward him, and pushing the small titbit of meat into her mouth roughly. "Suck it clean, Mudblood," he says, his finger and thumb jammed inside her mouth, nails purposely cutting and jabbing at her gums and palate. She does as he says the best that she can without complaint or hesitation, although she winces and whimpers involuntarily when his sharp nails scrape and probe at especially tender spots. The American wizard grins, and withdraws his hand, patting her cheek with approval, before giving her left breast a casual squeeze, thumb bumping over her nipple, before he takes another piece of meat from his plate and holds Hermione's chin in his left hand, invading her mouth with his right thumb and finger again, rough and violating. She sucks and laps at his intruding digits as though she is eager and needy for them, choking and drooling on the meat and the wizard's fingers as he keeps her pinned there at his leisure.