No matter what she did in the past or might do in the future, she would never allow the overly-opinionated prudes with their obnoxious sense of moral superiority to make her feel guilty of how she'd learned to use her body as an effective weapon. Climbing into the right bed saved her life a time or two. She'd been able to cultivate alliances and destroy enemies all while enjoying the physical pleasures of the flesh. She was not ashamed even as she heard the insults muttered under her critics" breaths. All it made Hermione think was how pathetic and boring their own sex lives must be to judge hers. Likely they weren't getting nearly enough sexual satisfaction to quench their primal cravings. Or they'd been cursed with terrible lovers who didn't understand how to make their bodies sing. Either way, she pitied them. What a miserable sex-less existence they likely lived. Just the thought depressed Hermione. How did people manage to make it through life without enjoying sex? It was a reality she wanted no part of.