It made her feel dirty, almost like a common whore. These meetings with Severus Snape, her former professor and former Order spy, however, happened to be the only way for her to obtain the information she needed to help Harry find the remaining horcruxes. Without his aid, she would never have all of the clues she needed to locate them nor the ability to protect her parents. It was a hard pill to swallow for someone who up until recently felt that her morals would be the last thing for her to lose during this war.
A black widow spider slowly lowered itself from the headboard and sat on her pillow. Raising herself to a seated position, she addressed it. "It's safe Severus, they're all asleep except for Harry and Ginny, who snuck out a few minutes ago."
Slowly, the spider began to grow and morph until transforming into a gaunt man with an inscrutable expression on his hardened features. He looked around the room as if to reassure himself of his safety before casting a strong silencing and locking charm on the door. Lifting her chin to look her in the eyes, he stated coldly, "Believe me, Miss Granger, I would not have come in here had I not already investigated for myself."
Slowly appraising her night time attire of a large goldenrod t-shirt, Severus pulled the sheets away to reveal fairly curvaceous legs. "Where can I look for the cup? What kind of enchantments guard it? What-" Hermione was interrupted by a withering look from Severus.
"Silence," he said silkily. "There will be no exchange of information until I recieve my compensation per our agreement."
Severus had promised Dumbledore long before the night of his death to pass information to the Order via Miss Granger once the requirements of the unbreakable vow were fulfilled. What the late headmaster had failed to stipulate were the conditions under which this transfer would occur. Ever the opportunist, Severus had taken his chances the first night that the others had foolishly left Miss Granger alone at headquarters.
When he revealed himself and offered an exchange of information, the first thing that Hermiones' brilliant, but extremely hormonal mind had jumped to was sex. Obviously, no one had ever informed her that if you offer a man who is not able to have very manyopportunities for relationships the chance to have sex with you, he is very seldom going to reject it. Unwittingly, she had sealed her own fate by turning to him that evening and asking him, "So what do you want from me? Sex?" Never one to turn down an offer that he found beneficial, particularly when there was a nubile young witch wearing nothing but a small terry cloth robe offerring him sexual congress, he agreed. Had it been anyone else, they might have felt remorse following each visit. Being a Slytherin, Severus had more of a tendency to feel an urge for a cigarette following each meeting. That, however, was all about to change.