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{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

Once again, it wasn't perfectly logical, but her current situation wasn't the best for efficient thinking.

Luckily, one of the hookers chose that exact moment to interject, muddying her mind even further.

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"That's your customer, new girl?" called one of the hookers as we walked away. "Young, handsome, and guessing from the way your legs are trembling, a good kisser as well. Damn, beginner's luck is really unfair." Hermione managed to mumble a nonsensical answer while I dragged away.

And when we stepped into the main street, she was far too busy trying to avoid people's gaze to actually pay attention to our direction; though her attempts to fix her micro-skirt while we walked was doomed to failure, managing to catch every wandering eye.

I had chosen well by sending her those clothes, though the fact that she hadn't even tried to find alternatives, or alter them magically, was equally impressive.

But soon, she learned the cost of not looking around when I forced her to stop in front of the entrance of a movie theater.

And not just any theater, but a seedy one dedicated to the showing of erotic movies.

"We're not going to enter here, right!" she gasped in panic, but I was already dragging her inside while she uttered those words.

"What do you think?" I countered while she looked around, wide-eyed, and I used the opportunity to cast weakened notice-me-not spell on us, not wanting to be observed by the weirdos inside.

She missed the spell, her shocked attention on the half-naked pictures of the ladies, often only clothed by a strategic hug from a muscular, half-naked man.

"Two tickets please," I said as I threw more than enough money to the cashier, and walked in the theater actual, where the screen was already in the showing that was about to be completed.

I knew that, because the next movie contained a rather beautiful surprise for Hermione, one that I couldn't wait to see her reaction to.

But there was still some time for the reveal of that particular surprise, the time I could leverage for intelligence sharing, while simultaneously sharing our bodies.

With that in mind, I dragged her towards a middle seat, not exactly the most visible spot, but not the most hidden either.

She was even quicker than me in sitting down, melding her body against mine in an effort to hide her body from the other perverts.

"Why are we here, such a public place. It doesn't make sense."

"That's the reason. Death Eaters couldn't imagine someone from the Order in such a seedy place, hence they won't be looking."

"But there is a lot of other places that they wouldn't be looking," she countered.

"Yes, but this place is much more enjoyable," I said slowly while my smile widened. I put my hand on her thigh, a slow slide moving until my fingers covered with her wetness once more.

"And it seems that you agree with me." She was about to say something, but I raised my fingers, her mark glistening under the flickering lights of the screen, which reflected a rather obscene pose of four people.

"The raids had been successful," she murmured with a sudden turn, trying to use the professionalism of our mission as a rope to save herself from the shame, unaware of its weakness. But I let her think that she succeeded.

"Yes, you should have seen Mr. Snake, he was absolutely furious. I think he had killed more than half-a-dozen of his followers in his resulting fit of anger, including a couple of high ranking ones." Unfortunately, Lucius wasn't one of them, but one could hardly have everything.

"Really," Hermione asked in shock, which was justified. Voldy's reaction to attacks did more damage to his organization than the attack itself.

actually coming back from his Europe trip where he was trying to find the Elder Wand, the resulting shock just made the remaining Death Eaters more determined to avoid his anger.

"Yeah, he's getting really unhinged," I said. "A couple of more pushes, and he might actually defeat his own organization, achieving the height of the irony while doing so." I took a deep breath, and used the opportunity to throw my arm over her shoulder, my palm directly on her breast.

"But to do that, we need to come up with another way to push him over the edge."

"But wouldn't it have too much collateral damage?" she asked.

"It will, but that's something we need to go through. It's not like we can kill him permanently. We can ambush him, but he would just come back."

"There is a way…" she murmured fleetingly, words slipping out of her mouth before her logic could assert itself, thanks to her frayed self-control.

"Really," I said, looking enthusiastic even as I squeezed her breast in celebration. Then, once again I leaned forward until my lips were pressing against her ear.

"This is excellent enough to deserve its celebration. So, why don't I reward you while you explained it to me…"

"I shouldn't," she murmured, her voice trembling. I wondered whether her shock of letting such an important thing slip or her reaction to my lips dancing on her neck was responsible for her reaction.

I would have liked it to be the latter, but I wasn't vain enough to reject the fact that it was probably the former.

Regardless, I leveraged the skimpiness of her top to trail her body with kisses while slowly dipping into her cleavage, her shudders intensifying.

But she stayed silent.

"Come on, honey," I said as I grabbed her chin, gently raising her head to prevent her from turning away. "Do you really think you're the only one that's invested in his defeat. My life is already forfeit after giving some of the most important Death Eater secrets, it's not like I can sell the information back to him." I chuckled in genuine amusement. "And even if I hadn't, do you think he would let any Death Eater that knows his secret to immortality to live." I stopped until she nodded in acceptance.

"Still," she murmured in indecision.

"I see," I countered with a widening smile. "Now that the tables are turned, you want a worthwhile payment for your information, just like I made you pay back in the office." She was late to stammer her negative response. When her voice reached my ears, I was already on my knees, with my hands on her knees.

The expression of panic on her face was simply delicious as I forced her to part her legs, though the word forced implied a strength much above what I had used to push her legs apart.

The gentlest suggestion was enough to create a nice distance between her fishnet covered legs, revealing her skimpy crimson panties, turned transparent in its wetness, meaning it wouldn't be much of a loss when I ripped them off with a sharp tug, revealing a carefully-trimmed picture underneath.