Sex had been an effective tool that she'd chosen to use in her career as a Death Eater. Well aware of what others said about her behind her back and even sometimes to her face due to her choice in utilizing her physical assets, Hermione didn't care. It was her body to use how she wanted. Not only was she able to learn a great deal about both her potential allies and enemies she wouldn't have had the opportunity using other methods, she generally had a good time doing so. She meant what she said when she said to her husband the day she told him about what she found out about her potions. In the twenty years since the war ended and her life changed, she never went to bed with anyone she didn't invite. She'd had to get her hands dirty a few times to prevent unwelcome advances from escalating, but she hadn't minded. Refusing to be a victim, she used what talents she possessed.