Push her to the Back Seat

The light of Hermione’s awareness incrementally dims as the entity clouds her mind with shadow, gaining inch by inch of mental ground as it seeps into her very brain. One by one, Hermione’s muscles betray her, going limp for a moment before twitching with a different intent. Soon, Hermione is trapped in her own head, unable to move a finger. Instead, the Entity dominates her movements, which are more lithe, sensual, and fluid.

Hermione can only watch from the backseat as it calmly removes the book from her face and gently sets it onto the table. If stretches her muscles like a cat, and in fact forced her body to make a low purring sound. The purring ends with a moaning, guttural yawn, and the Entity smiles with Hermione’s lips as it steps over to a small mirror lying face up on the desk where it has been knocked over. It picks up the mirror and gazed upon Hermione’s body through it, posing lewdly and thoroughly embarrassing Hermione’s consciousness.

“This… is good…” Hermione’s voice is hoarse but still identifiably her own. “But we… can do better…”