He pulled Hermione to her feet with surprising strength before reaching down and grabbing the back of her thighs, hoisting her against his hips, back against the shelves. Hermione gasped slightly at the way he rubbed against her, nothing between them but the slick wetness. She sucked in a breath, desperate for him inside her. Instead, a malevolent smile, and a shake of the head as he turned to walk her to the table, dropping her roughly on the wooden desk. An ink bottle toppled behind her, spreading across the table and dripping dark, viscous fluid onto the floor. 