Summary: “The fuck was that Granger?” I ask. I’m still leaning over her. My hands on either side of her head, my face right above hers, my mind just hovering on the surface of her own, not quite ready to extract myself. She shakes her head minutely. “Nothing,” she says. She’s breathing deeply. "It didn’t look like nothing,” I drawl. “It was nothing,” she insists. Then I see it again, her own mind betraying her. It’s still just a flash, but it’s clear as day now I’m ready for it. Desire. Need. Yearning.
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Or, what would happen if legilimens Draco Malfoy lost control of his interrogation of the mudblood.
Trigger Warnings: Violence, Choking, Dubious Consent, Bondage, Masochism
Disclaimer: This story is 100% Caroline's, I just read it!
Original posted on AO3: archiveofourown.org/users/CarolineSedgefield