Hands stroked up and down her neck, cupping her cheek and ghosting along her hair. She had the sensation of her hair being pulled back as the other hands continued their movements and she moaned at the overwhelming sensation of it all. Brushing her own hands along her breasts had no effect on the teasing sensations, so she huffed a breath of frustration and touched her collar. "I’m ready to serve my Master," she gasped, feeling the yank of a portkey before the living room disappeared and Snape’s lab materialised around her. 