She winced as he pressed her against a tree, the bark digging painfully into her back. She shuddered as he pressed his nose against the column of her throat. She struggled ineffectually against his superior strength. He didn't even look like he was trying.
"Hold still, Granger," he murmured against her neck.
"Let me go!" she snarled. "I don't know what kind of sick game this is but I don't want to play."
"This is no game, Mudblood," he replied, his tongue lapping against her skin.
Кресло моё любимое! Полочка с полноразмерной клавиатурой, мышка в удобном месте да на коврике! Большой монитор! Я сижу и даже ничего не болит! Аааааааа! Счастье где-то близко!)
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