The churning in Hermione's guts returned at his less-than-subtle offer. She never wanted to return to that horrible house again and she certainly had no desire to ever find herself alone in the man's bed with him again. How was it possible that she used to seek him out? Used to crave his touch? As much as she wanted to blame her actions on her potions, it was only after she started a sexual relationship with the cretin that his brother first introduced her to the illicit concoctions. No, she went to Rodolphus" bed the first several times willingly and happily. Even after the potions, she never did anything she didn't want to do. Further research on the lust potion that was added to the mix only proved it was a mild aphrodisiac. Never was her will or her consent taken from her. She'd wanted him.