"Come here and sit in my lap, Granger.  Crawl.  Take the long way around the table so they can all watch that pretty backside as you pass."  Pretty?  Her head was spinning, not to mention how wet she was getting.  Obediently, she crawled around the table, feeling Scabior’s hand touch her bare bottom as she passed him, heard Yaxley’s appreciative murmur and pictured his moans as she had his cock in her mouth the last time.  She climbed into Snape’s lap, facing him, and he pulled her down for a rough and fierce kiss.  She tangled her fingers in his long, slightly greasy black hair.