Liza leant over Hermione in a cloud of musky perfume and soft hair, one hand on the chair back, the other stretched out over her shoulder, pointing down to the offending report. As her supervisor reprimanded her, criticising her grammar, line spacing and knowledge of departmental procedures, Hermione could feel soft breasts cupped in rigid lace
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