There was nothing sincere about the man, not his words, not his smile. Hermione berated herself for even considering this drastic course of action. Surely there was another option, another way to discover what she wanted to know without stooping so low. But, he was tricky and when he stared at her with that familiar hunger in his eyes, she found it easier to push aside her concerns, push aside her fears after that horrible day in Fenrir's bedroom. Maybe this was what she needed to get those thoughts out of her mind. She'd been at his complete mercy then. Now, he would be at hers.