"Zabini... You can either finish that thought and walk out of here right now or..." she paused, cocking her head to one side with a secret little smile. "Or, you can shut the hell up, bend me over that chair in the corner and fuck me raw." Never, not once in his entire life, did he ever think he'd hear Hermione fucking Granger say something like that to him. Particularly not in that low, sultry voice. Especially not in that low, sultry voice while she was also grinding her core against his rock hard cock. She dropped her hands, leaning back once again as she gripped the hem of her shirt. Tortuously slowly, she began to lift her shirt up, exposing a flat belly, the flare of ribs and, with a final shimmy that had her thighs tightening around his hips, the full expansive of her rather impressive breasts.