"Fuck— No! Just you, Severus, only you!" She cries, and he latches his mouth to her once again with a deep, satisfied groan as he quickens the thrusting of his hand and thrashes his tongue against her until a desperate moan is ripped from her lungs. Her sounds echo throughout the quiet Hall like some wicked, licentious hymn, stoking the smoldering heat of want pricking just under his skin to a brutal flame of lust, of need, that licks up his chest and scorches his insides, lashing mercilessly at his every nerve as he feels her muscles draw taut before her cunt pulses violently around his fingers, both wholly consumed by her own pleasure as her pelvis grinds against his face and her nails claw deeper into his skin.