Power and desire were interesting things, able to convert and transform many things, and what I was holding was proof of it.
A message from Hermione Granger, written in her handwriting.
'The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.'
She was supposed to be the pride of the Gryffindor, a proud woman, and one of the leaders of rebellion that was about the fate of the country. Yet, the moment I sent her a letter asking for an invitation, along with some instructions that included finding an excuse to send Potter and Weasley away, she didn't even ask for a reason before giving the address of her hideout.
I didn't actually need it, of course, but Hermione didn't know about it. And, even with my help in rebellion, it was a risk. After all, there was no love lost between Harry, Ron, and the previous owner of my body, and there were many ways I could sacrifice them to bait Voldemort.
Yet, she neither considered any of those probabilities, nor did she offer to meet outside. She didn't even question why my presence was needed.
She was lucky that Harry wasn't the Potter I had been targeting.
No, my target was Lily, who was living in the basement.
She had already received the next set of pictures, along with a note requiring payment in kind for more, but there was no harm in adding another vector to our little fun.
Particularly when that vector was a sexy brunette with an incredible competitive streak who wanted to be the best at everything. It had been true for when she had been competing for the top position, and it was true for … more fun stuff.
I was curious exactly what surprises she would have for me after our last meeting, where she had challenged Fleur through a beautiful method.
I apparated to Grimmauld Place directly, though not before applying a supersensory charm and a few additional perception charms. I didn't want to get ambushed by Lily. Not very likely, but it was better safe than sorry.
Finding Hermione wasn't too hard. She was in the dining room, waiting for me. A nice dinner, one that smelled amazing … just not as amazing as she looked. She had gone through a very detailed makeover, like we were not going to have a home dinner, but going to a very important event.
However, while she looked amazing with her makeover, the real killer was her dress.
Well, it was a dress, by a very loose definition of the word. It was a beautiful dress made of magical silk — amusingly, green and silver — with a plunging neckline that went deep enough to show her belly button, creating a deep valley on the way that made a poor attempt to hide her ample breasts from my gaze.
Though, I didn't want to blame the dress too much. It might have been more successful in its task if Hermione hadn't been pressing her arms strategically to pop her cleavage even more.
"Wow, I have to admit. Beautiful, amazing, spectacular…" I muttered as I walked toward her, watching her blush spread even further.
Then, I bypassed her and took a piece of chicken. "Thank you, sweetie. This is exactly what I needed —" I said, only to be interrupted by a slap to my arm.
"Jerk," she called. "I have gone to all that trouble for you, but you just ignore me. Maybe you should have called that blonde slut instead—" she said, referring to our most recent shared adventure with Fleur.
I interrupted her in turn, but I chose to do so with a kiss. She might have been angry with my earlier teasing, but the merciless invasion of a tongue was quick to solve it.
"Jerk," she repeated as I pulled back, but this time, her tone was husky and needy.
"Sorry about it. I couldn't resist," I said even as I dragged my hand around her side. The magical silk might as well not exist as far as my touch was concerned. "You look incredible in this dress."
"T-thanks," she said, the compliment made her blush even more than the kiss. I shook my head in amusement.
"Green and silver fits you. Much better than that garish gold and crimson. More elegant," I teased her, which earned another playful slap and a giggle.
"You're terrible," she admonished, but considering she leaned against me in a way that displayed her assets perfectly, it was hard to take her words seriously. "Anything beautiful I could dig out of this house is either black, or silver and green."
"Blacks were not famous for their fashion sense," I replied.
"True," she chuckled.
"Why don't we sit down and enjoy the amazing late dinner you have prepared for me. Then, I can enjoy you," I said as I sat down.
She tried to hide just how excited that statement made her, but it was only partially successful. Her face was revealing enough, and the soft silk of the dress was incapable of hiding her hardening nipples.
I sat down. She moved to the next chair, but I patted my lap instead. "Sit," I ordered. She followed that order rapidly. "How about if you feed me?" I offered.
"I'm not your maid," she replied, but once again, her words and her tone were in conflict. "Feed yourself!"
"And, what if I make it worth your while," I whispered as I put my finger on her belly, which was revealed thanks to her sexy yet extremely revealing dress.
"Well, then it would be a trade, therefore acceptable," she said as she shivered under my touch, too excited to commit to the role she wanted to play.
"An excellent choice," I whispered as I let my finger drift up slower, caressing her skin. She shivered. The fork she was bringing toward me trembled as well. "You ruined ruined my shirt," I said. Well, ruined was a strong word, as a mere cleaning charm was enough to deal with it, but I didn't want to miss the chance to tease her. "Maybe I should stop touching you."
"I-it's this dress's fault," she whispered, quick to defend herself. "The silk feels … different."
"That's why people buy it despite its cost. Being rich has its perks," I said, but I let my finger drift even higher as I said that. So, instead of the usual argument that might have been earned from the famous social justice warrior of Gryffindor, it just triggered a beautiful moan. "Of course, that means, you have to work very hard to pay for ruining my shirt."
"Sounds intimidating," she said. "But if I'm going to pay for it, then the shirt belongs to me, right?"
"I can't argue with that logic —" I said, expecting her to remove it with magic, so I was surprised when she just ripped it. "Someone is enthusiastic."
"I don't know what you mean. I own the shirt. I can treat it however I want," she said.
"True," I said even as I looked into her beautiful brown eyes, and she trembled in excitement. At the same time, I brought my hand higher, caressing the edge of her breasts. I leaned closer until my lips were separated from her ear by nothingness, the smell of her perfume tickling my nose. Then, without warning, I grabbed her hair, and she gasped loudly. "So, beautiful. What do I need to pay to purchase this beautiful dress?"
"How about another camp location," she offered naughtily.
"That sounds like an amazing deal," I whispered sensually even as I brought my hand against her dress, and pushed to the side, revealing her breast completely. But, just as I reached for her nipple, she slapped my hand. "Oh?" I whispered.
"That's just the cost of the dress. Touching costs extra —" she replied, which I interrupted by another kiss. Her eyes popped open at the sudden reversal, before she closed them back to enjoy the kiss.
Soon, realizing the kiss wasn't about to stop, she shifted, so rather than putting her legs to the side, she straddled me completely. The dress was quick to ride up, and showing that a bra wasn't the only underwear she was lacking.
The kiss was beautiful, but I needed a little more commotion if I were to attract the audience I wished. So, I grabbed her hair, one that she straightened only after a shocking amount of magical products, and pulled her hair back painfully.
A pain that contrasted greatly with the pleasure my lips granted to her as they clamped around her nipple. Knowing her weaknesses was proving extremely useful.
Hermione moaned loudly. She had no reason to contain them, as to her knowledge, she had no fear of uninvited guests; unaware of their redheaded visitor. "T-that's cheating!" she moaned. "We didn't come to an agreement about the price yet!"
"You should know spying is not a certain business," I teased her, wearing a big smile. However, my smile was not just about the way she rode me desperately.
No, the sensory charms I had applied finally paid off. I felt the approach of someone. Invisibility cloak and silencing charms were good, but that still left many ways of detecting her presence.
Including her unique smell.
Lily Potter was here. Fun could start…