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But he was quite strong and she found herself at his mercy. Now she was the soft one, trying to slow their pace. He groped her waist and hips with a hunger that mirrored hers in the Forbidden Forest. His last kiss had been so calm and tender that shock tingled her stomach by such an aggressive liplock. But when she pulled back, she froze as his lips collided with hers. She wanted to tell him that he was hurting her. His fingertips dug into her hips, a harsh massage of which he seemed completely unaware-thoughtless, tangled in his own mind, blind to everything else around him. At first, his head rested in the crook of her neck, still and soundless. Displaying shocking strength from his slim build, he tugged her into him and she hit his lap. She was about to eagerly sit in his lap when his hands clasped her waist. “Come here, please,” he cooed, holding out his arms and beckoning her. Silent, contemplative, he sat heavily upon his bed. Once in his dorm room, he closed the door behind them and returned his wand to its waist holster. His head drooped low as he remained trapped in his mind. Though he held out his wand as they made their way down the hall to the dormitories, he didn’t seem to be using it. Upheaval and terror laced his deep frown and unfocused eyes. She was sure he felt as though he wasn’t even there, too. She found it hard to escape that frozen air, even as she walked beside Ominis. Its familiar cold atmosphere chilled her more than before. She followed him into the Slytherin common room. My heart is pounding… I don’t want to be alone. She watched him rub his face to wipe the sweat from his brow. Ominis paced about the foyer, wringing his hands, running his fingers through his hair.
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