"Perhaps," he murmured, biting lightly into her shoulder before placing a kiss on the nipped skin, "I’ll keep you. My own little know-it-all whore, ready to take my cock whenever I want. Would you like that, Miss Granger? Would you like to be my whore?" She whimpered and nodded, a ragged sob choking up as he continued to stroke her. "Whatever would your friends think, if they knew you bent over for your old Potions professor," he pondered, "if they knew how desperately you craved my cock, how you begged me to tie you up and take you. Shall I tell your little friends what a little slut you really are?" he purred teasingly and she shook her head as tears welled up in her eyes behind the blindfold. "No," he agreed, "no, I don’t think I will. I rather like having this part of you all to myself. I like knowing that prim, perfect, brilliant Miss Granger can’t wait for me to claim her flesh as mine. To take my pleasure in her delightful little body." He stroked her again as she whined. 