By the point where she dropped to her knees in front of him, Rabastan's face would be split into a huge grin. It was a shame that a truly heinous person had to be so attractive. She always thought it unfair. Monsters should be terrifying, not so gorgeous that it was easy to forget what they actually were beneath their flawless skin. The bulge in his trousers would always be straining to be released. Not once in all of the years they'd repeated this scenario over and over again had he not been pleased with the prospect. Hermione would carefully slide his zipper down, taking her time to torture the wizard a little bit more. It wasn't as much fun for her if she didn't make him suffer.