Neville shut his eyes tight and tried to close his ears to Rosier's mutterings, moaning still as he struggling against his bonds, trying to move as far away from Rosier as possible, without much success. The man's hand on him was sending glorious waves of pleasure down his spine while at the same time revolting him beyond anything he had ever experienced. He told himself firmly that what he was feeling was not real, that it was the damn spell and that it would be over soon, it had to be.