"Has this war made me so perverse or was it always so?" Hermione thought biting her lip as it hit her for a moment how unsavory her arousal at such dark thoughts truly was. Thinking about it Hermione knew she had felt great pleasure when she had crushed those other witches with her wit and cunning. Anytime another witch had tried to threaten Hermione in some way she had felt such a rush in cutting them down to size and had pleasured herself to the memory of their discomfort and defeat a great many times since.