Hermione had never felt more exposed as she stared down at his hungry expression, contemplating her most intimate parts on full display. One thing was to fantasize about a moment like this and how it would feel. It was so easy to let go of her mind. But realization hit her like a bludger that there was a stranger settled between her legs, a man who was three times her age, even if he just had a few streaks of grey in his silky black hair to show for it, because the rest of him didn’t look a day over forty. A Dark Wizard with a considerable body count, and not exactly the fun kind, that included her in his murder list, knowingly or not of her immortality, it was the way he had not even given it a second thought when he broke her neck. This... horrible person set up on his way to reject every ounce of humanity was the one she was about to... 