The sofa cushion next to Hermione dipped down. Rodolphus gently forced her to open her eyes. Terrified of what was going to happen next, she didn't even consider refusing. All at once she felt him inside her mind. Nowhere near as gentle as Mr. Akingbade had been when he would slip in to view her memories and check for charms, it physically hurt when Rodolphus forced his way in. How had she not noticed him doing the same in the past? Had she really been that lost in her potions?