His lips were rough, commanding and dominating, as his hips flushed against hers, pressing her against the wall and securing her in place. One of his hands dropped to take hers from around his neck and hold them above her head. The tension in her shoulders dissipated as soon as he took control of her body; in the beginning, Hermione used to try and fight back, even a little, but lately she had found she rather liked it when he exerted his power over her (permitting that he continued to know just how far to push her, or how hard).