As much as she hated to admit so, it absolutely did. Rodolphus kissed her again. His hands tugged the skirt she was wearing up and over her hips. Knowing that they were outside in the middle of broad daylight while at least forty people were inside pretending to enjoy her son's birthday party did indeed make it all the more thrilling. Maybe a part of Hermione desired to get caught. Especially with one of the most infamous fugitives. He could give her just the escape she needed but was too cowardly to provide for herself.