"I want to hear those filthy words come from your pretty lips, Granger." He growled into her ear. Before she could stop herself, argue that this was insanity, she felt herself lean into him. His voice against her ears made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, she felt his sound travel all the way down her spine and join the growing knot in her abdomen. "Unless the Gryfindorr princess wants to explain all of this to Mcgonagall." He added. That was all she needed, incentive. She had been craving her release for weeks, and she’d be damned if she didn’t get it one way or another.