He didn’t mind switching up their power dynamic every now and then. In truth, he rather liked it. Giving up control. The amount of trust he needed to muster for it. Quite the considerable amount, since Hermione’s abrupt mood swings didn’t exactly make him feel safe when he was tied up underneath her. But ultimately, fear and danger served as powerful aphrodisiacs. He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking himself while he watched her slip out of her red dress and letting it pool at her feet. She looked like the embodiment of danger itself, as though she were standing in a puddle of blood. 