"Not yet, I want to force an orgasm out of Gryffindor’s princess first," he stated. He moved one of his thighs between the two of hers, lightly pushing upwards against her sex. She knew he could feel how wet she was, and she didn’t seem to care. She forgot that she hated this man. She forgot that he could be doing all of this to later humiliate or blackmail her. She forgot about all logic anymore, all she wanted was for him to make her feel good. It had been too long. She began to grind back and forth shamelessly on his leg, the friction delicious against her now swollen clit.