The Restricted Section's allure has always been the promise of power. But tonight, I wasn't searching for a cursed text. I was searching for you. The way you gasp when I pin you against those ancient shelves, the scent of old parchment and your arousal mixing in the air. I want to make you come so hard on my fingers that you have to bite my shoulder to stay quiet, your cunt dripping down my thigh as we listen for Filch. Knowledge is power, but the sound of your choked pleas as I fill your tight little ass is what I truly crave. The most dangerous magic is what we do in the dark.