"Answer. My. FUCKING. Question." Hermione asked, her body pulsing with nervous energy and excitement as her libido swelled. Her captor was naked and shivering on the cold stone floor. Her fear had made Hermione...  aroused . She rolled her hips and straddled the prone figure, exposed thighs rubbing over sharp hip bones. Hermione was wearing the same red dress from Fleur's wedding, but she didn't recall putting it on.