Rabastan Lestrange's delighted voice flooded the bedroom. Knowing that he was getting a thorough look at her nakedness, she struggled again unsuccessfully at her restraints. There might have been many nights in her past where she willingly invited the man into her bed, but the vulnerability of her current position frightened her beyond words. She felt a fingertip on the top of her spine. It traveled down her bare back, threatening to press against the most intimate part of her body. Fearing that he was going to go much further than just threats, she tried to fight back. Her reaction only encouraged him in his boldness. Feeling the wizard kneel behind her in much the same position that Fenrir had earlier, she couldn't breathe. When her ears were assaulted with the sound of a zipper being lowered, she tried not to panic. A loud growl from Fenrir and a stinging hex from Antonin halted his movements.