Harrie took a deep breath. "I want you to fuck me." She didn’t know why. She should not want it. She should take her clothes and flee and probably tell Dumbledore about what he had already done - but she didn’t. She took a step forward and dropped her arms. "I want you to." Snape’s eyes darted over her face, surely deciding whether she was being honest. He turned his chair and patted his thigh.